He stood still for a few moments with his cock in me letting my boypussy get used to the stretch. The pain began to subside a bit and he tried applyi...g pressure to enter me farther. “Oh fuck, oh fuck it hurts!” I whined. “Want me to stop?” he asked. “No, I want you to fuck me” I responded. He then began to pullout and somehow that eased the pain, then he penetrated deeper again. The pressure was intense, the pain mind boggling. In deeper then he pulled out, then in again… only to. I desired to wear his un-staggering genius as my own, wear it like a bohemian scarf stolen from an acquaintance, and keep it close to my skin. Recent adventures had been fueled by alcohol and a lack of faith in the goodness of men. Heart broken, and mailed to me like a cheap postcard from Graceland, I was cocooning myself in the protective bubble of friends, alcohol and distraction. ‘You have the most beautiful green eyes’ he said and his gold band of promise was ignored. His look would caress. Stone said and then paused to hear Dr. Tate’s response. ‘Well, I would have to agree with you Paul,’ Dr. Tate said to Dr. Stone and then he continued. ‘They both appear very happy and very much in love. If I hadn’t known about her symptoms before I met her a few minutes ago I would never have known she suffered from amnesia. I say it’s okay for her to leave with Ben right now if that’s her wish.’ ‘Well, that’s it then, but I will let Emma tell them. Can you put her back on the phone please?’. She has applied to be our new sales rep. Now let's see if she's qualified, shall we!" The men all nodded their heads in agreement. "Take off your blouse. Let's see what you got" he directed, with a nod of his head. She set the coffee mug down at her end of the table (after taking another big swig). Amazing even herself, she unbuttoned her pretty blouse, and slipped the garment off her shoulders, casually dr****g it across an empty chair. "Now the bra" he said, as she felt the men's careful.