“My brothers aren’t all that interested in the business. I want to be able to take it over one day when Daddy retires so that it doesn’t become ...ne of those corporate chains without a soul,” Ellen said.“That’s a remarkable goal,” Dan said. He took a sip of his coffee and then asked, “So what are your other nine goals?”Surprised by the question, she answered, “I don’t have any others.”Frowning, Dan said, “You should. Having a single goal will leave your life unbalanced.”“Why? It was good enough. Wait and I'll give it to you. Bet you are all wet.Di couldn't deny that, a patch had formed on her knickers and she couldn't believe the situation, she slurped on the big cock in front of her and then looked up at him.Cocky bastard, well prove you know what you are doing and she lay back on the desk.Not asking twice, Ben stood up, pulled her plain white work knickers to one side and slid in.Of fuck thought Di, oh fuck, as he moved in her, god he is big.Am i the right size for the big curves he. I hope I did not leave anything out.I am told confession is good for the soul, OK, here it is... This confession is about the time that I had my first Gang-Bang, if it was a rape or not I just do not know. I do not think so; it cannot be considered a rape as I see it, because how can you boy or boys in this case rape the willing girl?Bill (my brother) and I had been having sex for almost two years, I had just had my 13th birthday a month before. Bill and I were very heavy into making each other. My wife isa petite woman, and although I am of only average size,compared to her I feel like a giant. Even when sherelaxes, her pussy is tight; when she tightens it, Ihave trouble entering. All the same, her joke gave mean idea.**The next day, I stopped by an adult bookstore on theway home. I looked through their selection, and pickedout a good-sized vibrator, a sleeve for it, and –important! – a tube of lubricating jelly. The next timeshe made that particular joke, I planned to be.