“Bancroft! Get in here!”Elena shuffles toward the corner office, head held high and expecting the worst.“You called?”“Bancroft, are you busy...”“No ma’am, I’m—““Good.” The tall blond cuts her off. “I’ve got a job for you.”“What kind of job?”The fortyish woman’s emerald eyes gleam slyly. Elena glances at the name plate on her desk. KATYE LEWIS. Her parents must have been beatniks to give her such a strange name.“Bancroft, are you even listening to me?”Elena startles.“Sorry, ma’am, I was. Her interest and enthusiasm for things sexual knew few bounds and even as a lustful teenage male with an ingrown hard-on, there were times when she asked for more than I could deliver. It may be that there were nymphomaniacal elements there; even then I recognized this dilemma as a quality problem.I'm attempting to set the stage for the main thrust of this little story. You see, Sally was the youngest of five girls and all her sisters were as attractive. More, they were sexy and to a one, knew. "Aye," he said, looking almost embarrassed. "I'm not some sorta hippy, like. Though I smoke blow like the best of them. I dunno why. I just sorta gone off eating meat. I guess I must be soft, me." Soft?" Aye! Not hard, like. I sorta look at meat and I think about the animals, you know, the sheep and cows and pigs and all. And then I just don't fancy it. So, I must be soft as shite, me."Marla found this terribly endearing. Although he betrayed a certain degree of boldness by breaking into her. An Ahhhh came out of her mouth and , she ordered me to open my pants . seeing my 7 inch member, she just took it in her hand and started to play with it.I asked her to lie down, and slowly took off her gown, and could see her breasts heaving up and down as she breathed heavily. she had big breats which were hardly within the bra that she was wearing, and i just helped them get free by unhooking her bra from the back. It was an irresistable sight and i immidately started sucking her breasts, one.