Shit!”“Well, how long is this going to take? Two or three days?” she asked hopefully.Mike laughed. “Don’t I wish! No. This is going to take ...t least a month – maybe more…”Margaret was aghast. The idea of trying to fend off Chuck’s advances for even a few days was scary enough, but for a whole MONTH!“T-Take me with you!” she pleaded desperately.“Out of the question!” Mike replied firmly. “Zimbabwe is no place for whites – especially white women. Haven’t you heard about Mugabe. But her husband, Carl, was crazy about her hair and, like most men, that was the first thing he noticed about her. But the men also paid rapt attention to her magnificently put together body as well. Curves no man could resist, she had been told more than once.Ann smiled softly to herself as she thought about this in one flash of deja vu. Taking both of her protuberant pink nipples between thumb and forefinger, she toyed with them until they stiffened in self-defense, imparting pleasant. A few of them tried a flirt attempt or two, which I gladly received and reciprocated. Hailey was too wrapped up in impressing everybody to care. The party started with some loud music and dancing in the living room. I still couldn't believe I was the only guy here, as the girls seemed to go out of their way to grind on me. There was plenty of chips and soda around and everybody was having a blast. I was happy for Hailey - she was a great, energetic girl and I knew this meant a lot to her.. Ah....Miss Tweddle. From the moment he interviewed her for a job all those months ago when she wobbled in wearing a tight black skirt with an even tighter white blouse hiding what were undoubtedly an enormous pair of tits, he knew that she was the secretary for him, even with her lack of experience. Truth to tell, he couldn't keep his eyes of her massive melons as she sat before him biting her rosy lips and fiddling with a stray strand of her long fiery red hair. At first he smiled, ignoring.