Let's see: I was on the bed in a pair of sexy pink panties; in fact those were Vicki’s panties that I kept and she knew it, and a short sexy t-shirt...�� I was freshly showered, my legs were spread apart some on the bed so that you could see the outline of my pussy lips, and my laptop was in front of me. That night?” Tara said with a huge smile. “Those were Vicki’s pink panties. Holy shit,” I said. “Yep, those were the ones.” “Tara, that night, you laying on the bed in those panties got me so hot. When the snow finally ended, more than ten inches had fallen. Drifts from the wind created snow piles more than twice that high and any tracks or scents that may have existed were totally obliterated. The police organizations put the search emphasis on finding Holly's car, and given its age, its uniqueness would make it that much easier to spot. Or so they thought!Holly's car, roof smashed nearly to the top of the dash, was nestled half way under the old iron bridge, its doors either blocked. Calm down, I'm not going there. Dick's not into dick either. You didn't see an "MM" story code at the top of this page, did you? (To those of you who are disappointed: get your own Dick.)So. Weird weeds.Well, there's Marge in Human Resources. Really nice lady. She's been there since they hired me. Knows all the ins and outs of sexual harassment and inappropriate conduct. And that was before we hooked up. But she's 54 years old and 300 pounds, so most of you don't want to hear her story. I don't. She and hubby have been actively looking for that “special cock” and are planning something very special for the commemorative occasion.Many men have stated in one form or another that they have never seen any woman work so hard to sexually please a man. Whoever she is with, she treats them as if they are the only cock in the world.Having gone through menopause, there is no chance of becoming pregnant. Not that she has ever been concerned with birth control because it was “In God’s hands”, men.