Passed the returning Tim on the stairs, Grunting, a grinning “‘good morning” at Tim as he passed. Tim replying using his proper name “Morning ...r Thomas,” But it was a bemused Tim that arrived at the flat to ask, “what made that old misery smile?” Flow saying, she “had told him the man walking down the street with the cabbage on a lead joke, the one that when asked said it wasn’t a cabbage it was a collie!” which seemed to satisfy Tim who sat down with a wide grin. She said that “this very. "Anything you want," she repeated.'Damn these women to hell!' I thought. Again I was being manipulated. If I chose Rachelle, it would be a kick in the face to Monica. How could I turn her down? Her big boobs pressed against my chest and inches from my face. Meanwhile downstairs, I had Monica's huge ass and thick thighs to pound into oblivion."Get off of him!" Monica shouted as she entered the room.'Just what I needed,' I thought."Don't you have reports to file?" Monica said as Rachelle stood. She opened her robe and studied herself. Her breasts were standing proudly with the nipples perched atop like cherries on sundaes. She was proud that they were a natural full C-cup with no nip or tuck needed. Her body slimmed at her waist with smooth curves and back out around her full hips. She was voluptuous, not some twiggy supermodel type but a healthy, soft woman. Her waist wasn't too thin or too thick. It was perfect for a man to grab hold of and wrap his fingers around. She knew that. He wanted to try something like Mr. Chuck, so he put me on the dining room table on my back and pulled me to the edge so my head was hanging off the table. Then he walked up to my face, I opened my mouth and he fed that fat cock into my throat inch by inch. Mr. Chuck is a couple of inches longer than Mr. B, but Mr. B is way bigger around and I could feel my esophagus expand as he forced past the entrance of my throat. Everyone was standing around watching him drive it into my body. Then I heard.