He was thirty today. He got the automated "Happy Birthday" email from HR. 30."Was thirty suppose to feel like this?" he asked himself.He was 30; he ha... all his hair, and was lean with a runner's body. He thought of himself as plain looking. He wasn't Jude Law, or Tom Cruise, but he wasn't Homer Simpson either. He was polite and a relatively nice guy. He didn't club puppies or anything like that. The few that knew him well even thought he was a pretty funny guy. The few that knew him well were. Legally?"Now he started to look a bit uneasy. I turned to Marie."Marie dear, could you please wait in the outer office? Also, please check that the secretary turns the intercom off. I guess that the transmit light here on the desk unit is broken, as it does not show that the connection is active. Once that is done, could you knock the door twice so that I can discuss this issue with our principal. I'll let you know what happens."She nodded and left the room. After a moment there were two knocks. She got a wild look on her face then raised her skirt, exposing her bald puss. I returned her barbaric visage and ordered, "Suck me now!"For a fleeting moment, she was taken aback, but her deviancy returned as she went from the counter to her knees in a blink. Taking my hairless scrotum into her mouth, she manipulated them like a professional. It was the only time that I felt close to an unwanted orgasm. Gaining control of myself, I pulled them from her mouth and said, "Cock, now."Like the. But with her mother home all day Carrie didn't feel comfortable going to Michael's for fun and games, but she did manage to phone him and in a low voice explain the situation, and as Michael philosophically stated, "there's always tomorrow."The girls went back to the Mall, this time to see a movie, "The Lord of the Rings, the Fellowship of the Ring." Carrie loved the movie, Dora kind of liked it, but there was a little too much violence in it for her taste.Monday was a workday for Midge.