Then I looked down and saw that when he walked, his white stockings showed above his shoes. You slut, is all I could think of as Charlie said, “Sorr.... I’ve got to run. I’ve got a meeting I need to get to.”“You’re just going to leave me standing here in my panties dripping precum all over the place?”“Sorry about it. Next time. Gotta Go.” And Charlie walked out of the grove of trees leaving me standing there.Fuck it, as I reached down and gave my raging hardon a couple of rubs. In the next. I glanced up at the sun to get my bearings, cause I wasn't itching, but that building was south. Not west. Huh.I put my coffee down and butted out the smoke and strolled over to the place. I walked in to be greeted by a nice looking woman who smiled at me. Then her eyes flared open and she gulped. They do that sometimes when they see the size of me, or look at my eyes, or whatever. Momma told me that I just had to get used to that. The lady asked me what could she do? I didn't really know so I. The suspenders that had belonged to a dead man now replaced the rope he used to keep his over-sized pants up, and when she pushed the straps off his shoulders his pants fell like they had lead weights in them. They caught on his stiff prong, which bent downwards until the pants were dragged off of them, and then sprang upward again to slap his abdomen with an audible sound. It settled then, bobbing in the air as Meg looked down at it.She knelt, her eyes glued to his organ, as her hands reached. She cracked an eyelid open and could see a shadow cast on the far wall. Someone was in the doorway. She was certain she knew who it was.She remained still, again hoping he would just go back to bed. There was no movement for a very long time, and Mary actually started to doze off. She came back when someone laid next to her in the bed. Oh, God.Mary had to concentrate very hard to maintain her steady breathing. Meanwhile, she wondered what she should do. She SHOULD make him leave. She should.