‘But he was so huge, and I…’ she whispered, tears filling her eyes. ‘You what?’ Carly demanded. ‘Oh, it’s all so humiliating.’ she s...id, pressing her face into her hands. She couldn’t look at her sister, knowing that she had brought this upon herself. It was Miriam who had asked him to kiss her. ‘He tried to undress me, and he was kissing me in all these strange places, and it was nice at first. Are you shocked?’ She didn’t want to hear Carly’s answer, knowing she could not be anything but,. It wasn't long before I started taking inventory of all the women in the office, and thinking about which ones might be available for a hookup or more. She was only about six years out of school herself, but in this culture that made her seem like an older woman. She was also already an assistant VP, which at the time seemed like a very powerful position. Anyway, she was married, with a 2-year old kid, but that didn’t stop her from coming out to office happy hours and often following the group. I inherited mine from my dad. I picked up the photograph of Dad and his last Winnebago. I sat, stared, and daydreamed at my desk.Dad loved Airstream trailers, and big Chrysler tow cars. Every long weekend, or vacation, he would bring us kids to the high profile state parks and campgrounds on the shore. We would hike over from the tent areas to look over the Airstreams. Once or twice we found them gathering for one of the big treks. Dad loved the two-axled ones, the longer the better. I prefered. Raising one leg higher than the other, Barbara bent it at the knee and began petting his strong back with the bare soles of her foot. That touch, that wonderful touch of his hot fur against the sensitive spots between her toes drove her wild. Pounding her fists against the ground, Barbara growled, arching her back, wallowing her shoulder blades against the grass."Nuhhhhhhrrrrr! Huhhhhhhrrrr! Huhhhhrrrr!"Barbara had surrendered completely, giving him her cunt, every hidden fold and hollow. There.