Not to mention his brothers, Tiffany and Candy, who would giveany "real" women a beauty challenge.It was a wonder he didn't start to behave like the i...le rich.Wait.He did behave like the idle rich. Exactly like them.The real wonder was that he had never even tried on a pair of stockings.Or panties. Or a bra.No, Robbie was all man.Mostly.He wasn't really hairy. Or muscular. His cock was barely six incheslong.And he was beautiful. In a male way.But beautiful. Facially. Not. We continued this was for a short time until Grace had another orgasm. I released Jim's cock and he moved right up and placed it at the entrance to my wife's pussy. I nodded to him to go ahead and he buried it to the hilt in one thrust. Grace let out a loud moan of approval. Jim started to pump in to her. Alternating strokes between hard and fast and long and slow. Soon Grace's breathing was getting faster. She was grinding her pussy in to Jim's pubic bone working up another good orgasm. She. “Tell me what you want to see,” she commands, slipping the tops of her gown from her shoulders, exposing her bare breasts.“You are sexy,” Rick sighs. “Spread your legs. Show me how wet Blackie made you today.”Leaning back in the bed, the girl stretches, raising her arms above her head. A twisting movement ripples through her body, working her hips deeper into the mattress, pushing her thighs further apart. Her arms to fall slowly from above her head with her elbows out and fingers running. I slumped back in my seat and waited. I really liked my job. Losing it was gonna be problematical. I was forty-five. Most firms would be looking for younger men, college men; I was neither. Well, something would turn up. I hear Wal-Mart was looking for greeters."Gentlemen, my name is Janine Taylor. You all know why I am here. I won't beat around the bush. Some of you will receive pink slips today. Those who do will receive letters of recommendation and a severance package. Those who will be.