”I asked, “Where is Miss Monroe?”“She is with HR being terminated. Since you haven’t signed for your handbook, we can let you off with a war...ing.”I responded. “Don’t. I would expect to be treated in the same manner as Miss Monroe.”Jack said, “We wanted to keep one of you.”I just said, “That won’t be me.”At that moment, my phone rang. It was a tearful Beth. “Gerald, I was just terminated.”“I am also, Beth. Leave the premises and wait at the first restaurant toward your house.” I thumbed the off. If there was going to be a who's-going-to-be-first-to-deliver contest, Susan would win; she looked like she was about ten and a half months pregnant to me. I've never seen a woman so pregnant (later, I learned that Susan was carrying twins). Her enormous tits rested on her belly like half-inflated footballs, their dark, orange-sized nipples clearly visible through her T-shirt. She gave me a big smile and headed for the locker room, her broad ass working as she walked away.My two jockstraps were. ‘Shhhh… go back to sleep,’ she murmured softly. Nuzzling the side of her neck, he shifted his big body and pressed his lips to her skin, sending a ripple of pleasure down her neck. She closed her eyes and relished the sweet, painful feeling, her heart aching. Her voice breaking: ‘You should be sleeping…’ She slid both hands through his hair and tugged at his hair until he lifted his face to gaze into her own. His lips came down softly against her mouth, just a feathered brush. ‘Lyla… I’ll be. The little pink clit stick its beautiful head, and the pubic hair directly around her slit was matted against her skin. It looked so funky and tasty to Mark he could no longer control himself.He was going to taste the forbidden place of his own mother.Mark dove forward with his face, buried his face in her sticky crotch and rotated it into her dripping wet cunt. He wanted his mother's juices everywhere; all over his face. Jennifer moaned and giggled at the same time as her son made his face wet.