Myra is a bag lady. Not old, maybe early thirties? She knows where I keep the whiskey in my room and had the whiskey bottle in one hand and a cigarett... in the other. I could see she had been smoking my cigarettes--there was a big pile of butts in the ashtray. She has this tuft of hair sprouting on her lower back. She is extremely thin but her breasts are large enough and loose enough that they bounced around in circles while she danced. Her clothes lay in a puddle of fabric on the floor. She. I told you when I was twenty or twenty-two. I was whoring out my ass for any sailor who came along. As I'm sure you know, that is dangerous as hell. A lot of these guys just came back from someplace where people, men, women, and c***dren were getting killed pretty damn freely, and some of these boys were doing it. I fucked a guy who had been in Nagasaki, Japan, two months after the bomb hit them, and what he told me..it chills me to this day, Sylvia. But he didn't give a fuck, he thought all. "With that he wrote some lines on a piece of paper and tore it off the pad and handed it to me."This is the name of my accountant. He owns a large auditing firm on the other side of town. I discussed your situation with him at lunch yesterday. He said he could use a bright ambitious young accountant like you. Please call his cell number on the slip and let him know that we spoke. I am sure he would like to interview you for a possible position with his firm."I was having difficulty believing my. Her breasts were not just for ornament or for me to play with – she used them almost like sex toys when making love. The feel of those luscious tits brushing against my skin when she rode me, or when she strapon-fucked me from behind, took me to new heights of arousal. And she could send me into orbit when, parting my labia, she thrust one of her nipples deep inside me and gave me an energetic titfuck. We had numerous repeats of that first threesome until the two of them moved to the North.