Your birthday was yesterday, marked by a Friday at the office that started off normally (being treated like a maggot in the festering corpse of an ind...pendent New York law firm) but escalated with weirdly nice, arguably flirtatious treatment from some co-workers... of course, among them was Bill from the supply room, and that was nothing new, but this time even a few of your female co-workers swung by, bringing you coffee and chatting you up. They all used your birthday as the inspiration. ”Keith next spun his body over the top of the girl so that his groin was pointing down into her face and his own face was hovering right over the top of all that lovely, red, thick pubic bush. Keith had been looking forward to the moment when his lips and tongue could part those pubes and go exploring into all those glorious folds of pink flesh underneath - and explore they did.As Keith’s face was descending down into that forest of pubic hair his soft dick was getting slowly sucked into the. With his hands on her shoulders, he looked into her face. Her face was always a beautiful surprise to look at. She was the only blonde he had ever seen with truly blond eyebrows and lashes. From personal experience, he knew she was blond all over, from her head right down to the hairs on her toes. Her eyes were filling with tears."I'm sorry, I thought I was through crying," she explained, as tears began to travel down her cheeks.She hugged Jake, letting him comfort her some more. That was what. It’s hard to resist, I guess. All I know is there are enough of us first wives and girlfriends around to form a club.”“Yeah, but still, it just doesn’t seem right.” Then he paused briefly, “Although, I guess I shouldn’t talk; my ex-wife qualified as a trophy wife. I have to say, I didn’t see anything beyond her looks. Still, I didn’t throw anybody over to be with her.”“Would you have?” she asked.“I don’t know, I’d like to say no, but I honestly don’t know. At that age, I might have.”“That’s the.