I use a traffic system to move our underwriting sponsors onto our broadcast logs. Phyllis Marker, is our station manager and she fills in when I'm not...available. The old system had failed and we had just purchased a new system from Broad-Tek, Inc. They said they would provide a customer service rep to help train our staff. That meant Phyllis and me. I had been in two meetings that morning and the rep from Broad-Tek was supposed to arrive at 11am and we planned to work for an hour, go to lunch. ..you shouldn’t have…it’s so beautiful” “Of course I should have…but I’m afraid it can’t make you any more beautiful my love…Here let me put it on for you” “Ohh Jack!” she felt such love for him as he knelt up behind her. She had to loosen the robe to let him fix the clasp at the back, and so when she turned to him he could not but stare at her delightful cleavage. “Oh...is the chain a little long?” he wondered, the pennant nestled in between the tops of her delicious breasts. “No Jack...it’s. ‘That’s a little obtuse, wouldn’t you say?’ ‘No more than you fucking one girl after another, then running away. Think of it, John, you too, Sam. Ever wonder how many other kids are out there with your genes? How many kids are out there with no father?’ No, I hadn’t, and I was pretty sure about Sam, too. ‘I guess that’s why there’s the pill, Deb,’ Sam said. ‘And you ask every girl, right Sam, every time? That’s why Brigit’s pregnant, right? And John? Why Rhea’s pregnant. Why I got pregnant?’. “OOHH Yeah”, I hear Jenna say. It feels so fucking good. This is incredible. We take it slow for a minute or two, then I ramp up the speed. We are still in missionary position at this point. Faster and faster I thrust in and out of her, all the while we are both moaning and groaning. “Fuck Yes! Yes! Yes! Keep going”, I hear Jenna say. “God damn, your pussy is so tight, it feels great!” I say. As we’re fucking, I can tell she’s close to orgasm. I can only imagine what it will feel like for us.