In truth though, he was considering the history of that very piece of furniture. It had stood in the centre of his cramped book lined office since he...arrived and it had been old even then. The dark wood was nicked and marked in numerous places and polished to a high sheen – though he’d never known the cleaning staff to apply any polish or wax to it - by the actions of innumerable writings, interviews and castigations. He was wondering just how many young ladies had been stretched across that. " "Shit, Stan, I could never do anything like that." "Why not, you're small enough to be a girl. Besides, all the guys at school razz me a bit about hanging around with such a pretty boy, did you know that?" "No. I didn't." I was flushed with embarassment. To be entirely honest, though, I do not know whether it was because the guys razzed Stan about me, or because they said I was pretty. But, we were feeling very good, because of the booze, and, no one was around to find out.. She did her things and started breakfast. She put the bacon in the skillet and called Jack and Harriet to breakfast. As usual, Harriet monopolized the bathroom long enough to give Jack an extra 20 minutes of sleep. Well, there was nothing unusual about that.Harriet was running a little later than usual because she was having so much trouble walking. Her pussy burned like fire with every step she took. She called Jack to tell him that the bathroom was empty, as usual, before she started down the. I noticed her face and could tell that except for some mascara that made her eyes pop, she wasn't wearing anymore makeup. The light blue blouse she was wearing showed a well endowed chest and I couldn't help but notice how her black slacks hugged her ass. Looking down at her feet there were those damn four inch stilettos that might as well have said fuck me now. My cock jerked. How do women wear those shoes without breaking their necks? This woman was sexy as hell.She took a seat on the.