.I looked back towards the main area where I heard someone laughing.Quick, I thought. Time to go. Time to get out of here, pack up my entire life, and...move someplace far, far away where no one knows me or can associate me in any way to this group of girls who all, somehow, were able to get pregnant all at once... ... and then the girls would go back to their normal lives, find boys their own age to be their husbands, and then - sure, their children would grow up always wondering who their. I put it up to my nose, inhaling and smelling the enchanting odor of pussy. I knew that she had worked late that Saturday morning and she had left after me. I did not know exactly how hard she had worked, but it was evident that she had done it, at "getting off"...Suddenly, I got a strange feeling, as my dick started to get hard.I had never imagined finding dirty panties from my conservative secretary. She was not so old; she looked even hotter than many other younger secretaries. As my cock. We were pretty casual by ourselves, especially when we were drinking. She'd had a game the other day and it had been muddy, I guess. At least she put some newspaper down to catch the mud she was prying off the soles with a butter knife. My roommate could be a little messy at times, even by college standards."God made a lot of boys, Jen," Susan shrugged and took a swig of beer. "No sense getting hung up on one." Yeah, I know." I lifted a beer of my own and took a bitter swallow. My third bottle. Since I have yet to make a living from my writing alone—hint hint—I usually go on a few workations (work vacations) to help supplement my writing income. I usually do this during the late part of spring and early in the summer. This year I spent the better part of four months working.My schedule looked something like this: Take a 1-2 week workation and work almost non-stop. This was usually followed by a rest period, during which I would return home and work like a maniac to write the.