“Proceed,” I told her indifferently and she stood long enough to pull my shirt over my head before sliding to her knees again and unbuckling my be...t. I pulled the wide leather belt through the loops as she worked on the zipper, thinking that it might see some use as a strap later if we got bored. She pulled down my pants and the boxer-briefs I’d worn under them and her eyes widened. She’d expected something smaller and more manageable, I suppose, but she had her work cut out for her. A lifetime. Much later that afternoon, Mickey graced the slopes with his new companion. By that date, I believe that I had known Mickey for more that five years and been with him through almost every type of relationship a guy can get into with a girl. But in all those years, I had never seen the look on his face that I saw at that moment. Mickey had found his match! Sharon had been in several of Mickey's engineering classes, although he had failed to notice her. (I'm not sure how the hell that happened. ” “Huh?” I was blushing at being caught and confused about where she was heading. “You want to see what I’m hiding under these clothes, right?” still chuckling. “Uh, yeah, sure.” Now I was getting excited. “All right, you get your wish, but you have to show me what you’re hiding under yours. Agreed?” Shit yes, agreed, I’d walk barefoot through her shit to get a look at her ass, though that ain’t what I told her. “Uh, yeah, sure,” I repeated. In less time than it took to type this, Mother’s. She had almond-shaped green eyes that perfectly accentuated the shape of her face. With her tremendous ability in art, she was a genius when it came to make-up. She had a figure that all of the females at the office would kill for. A firm and perky set of 34B breasts moving down to a yoga-tightened abdomen of 23" and shaping back around to her best feature: her backside at 34". She turned heads in every office and was the topic of conversation at every water cooler she passed. There wasn't a.