Charlotte's heart sank a bit. Beverly was a very highly qualified secretary and Charlotte knew she would be stiff competition for this job. Beverly ha... the training and experience for this position and Charlotte would have to do very well at this interview if she was to have any chance at all of getting it.Mr. Peckerwood had wanted these interviews to be "blind interviews" - meaning that none of the candidates were supposed to know who else was applying so no one could get an unfair advantage. "I actually prefer him to cum on my boobs, or my feet. A few times, he has gotten it on my butt, or my face," Julie told me.It was unclear how far I could go, but I asked more odd questions."Do you not like him cumming on your face?" I wondered."After the second time, I asked him to stop. I wasn't completely disgusting, but it just wasn't for me," Julie explained.I was getting some good stuff from them, I asked a lot of questions, and they answered them very willingly. It was almost like they. I've seen her naked a couple of times, and believe me, she's even better with no clothes on. The times where I did see her birthday suit caused me many steamy, agonizingly painful yet partially satisfying nights. I knew she'd never let me fuck her... but it felt good to imagine it.Did I get off track? My bad. What was I blabbering on about before Carly?Oh yeah! Idiotic asshole who thinks he's awesome. Carly's BF... Yuck. I saw them making out... her tongue slid in and out of his mouth and his. ’ ‘Yes?’ ‘I’d like to save it for sometime in the future.’ ‘How about tomorrow?’ ‘We’ll see,’ she said, ‘why don’t you come by for lunch.’ Sensing that a few kisses were all she was up for this day I left after promising to return for lunch the next day. Our Sunday lunch was hearty. Saurkraut, cole slaw, brats, beer and, of course, pickles. After lunch we took a stroll around her place and ended up on her porch swing for some more senior citizen necking. This time she let me fondle her ample.