" Ahh, yes. I do believe I have. But she couldn't be your wife, sir. She was..."He stopped in mid-sentence, his eyes now drifting upward as he seemed ...o savor the memory."Why? Why couldn't she? What do you mean?" Steven asked in near panic."I had a wife once, a very pretty one, much like yours, if I may say so, sir. She had tastes, for, well, certain things I couldn't provide. I returned to our home one day to find her enjoying a ride on a rather well-endowed young man in our own bed."The man. Neither will I.NANCY: So then let's talk, Doctor Goldfinger. Tell me what you would do to take care of your Sweet Pussy's problem.DANNY: Hmm. First thing I need to do is get into my special Sweet Pussy uniform.NANCY: Oh, I understand. You need me to help you get naked below the belt. What are you wearing, Boss?DANNY: I'm glad to hear that you still recognize that I'm the Boss.NANCY: Of course I do. Tee hee.DANNY: Don't giggle. I'm wearing pajama bottoms and my bathrobe. What are you. I thought.The woman who approached me looked around forty-five or fifty. Her dark brown hair was pulled back in a simple pony tail. I couldn't help looking at her pale, milky breasts which were shown off nicely in the low cut black top she was wearing. They looked to be about a C cup and while still perky they had just the right amount of sag to prove that they were real and from a slightly mature woman . . .one of my many carnal desires. Her smooth pale legs were equally shown off in her. With 6 day work weeks that he tended to work for over 60 hours, he never really had a chance to meet women. After a long day at work, he would usually just head back to his apartment and crash in front of the TV.He had been preparing to quit soon because of the limited free time his job offered and the hopes of getting a chance to interact with more women. So when he woke up that Sunday with the desire to fuck his relatives, he decided that was it with his job. He called his foreman and quit.