His bland expression disappeared when he was alone.Barbara Smith, his secretary, found him still sitting at his desk at six in the evening. She saw th... tears in his eyes. "Herb, what's wrong? Can I help?" How many men dies it take to unscrew a cheating wife?" he asked. He wiped the tears from his eyes and stood. "I guess I had better figure out where we go from here." Oh no, I see what you're thinking. You can't afford violence or a divorce. She'd win and she will win unless you keep your cool.. She's his mother."There, there, sweetie," I console trying not to yelp at the waves ofenergy coming from within him as my vagina yawns further and further open.I know that he's not really paying attention to what's going on aroundhim, but I like to believe that it comforts him as he begins his journey.On impulse, my body straightens up above him. Between my legs, this youngintern has now lost almost half of his mass as he continues to shrink downto a more manageable size.I've been waiting for. Surprising myself, I wanted to carry on watching but Jill had other ideas as the movement of her hand became more urgent, accompanied by a squeeze between each stroke. Whether I made a noise, I know not but I saw Susie looking straight at me with a grin like a Cheshire cat. Jim was oblivious. Jill must have noticed Susie's look as her hand stopped its pleasurable endeavours, slid into mine and, again gesturing for quiet, she led me out of the room, gently closing the door. As soon as it was. The sweetest cloud of platinum seduction.By now her shoulders bathed in the greenish light. It rubbed her clavicles into gracious fragility. It stretched her shoulders, widening them to make room for her pièces de résistance: they made a welcome cradle for her bimbo tits.Amazed murmurs rose from the audience.The flesh on her ribs started to undulate. It plied and stretched. It filled out. It morphed gradually into two lovely hills of the softest velvet. They rounded out, riding high on her.