’ Laurie smiled. ‘Alright. It’s a story about a woman called Brenda.’ This was Laurie’s tale. Some years ago now, she was my secretary for a...short time. She was a plain woman, heavily built with wide hefty hips and untidy hair. I suppose had she tried, she could have looked more attractive. She dressed ‘sensibly’ as they say, which in her case meant a tweed skirt and jumper. She was always in a hurry. She moved with her body leaning slightly forward in an aggressive way. She strode out, files. From the very first feelings I had about my sexuality I realised I had a strange fetish toward older men, the fatter, the hairier the sweatier the better, well within reason but I understood this fetish very well so much so that I avoided almost all contact with people my own age or younger than me in any sexual manner it was something that didn't turn me on at all and was definitely out of my comfort zone unless I was extremely desperate, so this particular day was a Saturday morning and I was. "You're a quiet one. If I didn't know better I might think there was something going on in that mind of yours." Such as what?" I asked nervously."You remind me of myself many years ago," he explained. "Sitting with a friend of my Dad's. And the next thing he asked me was, 'Would you like to suck my cock?' So..."I laughed again."And would you?" he asked, looking quite serious."Would I what?" I stammered."Would you like to suck my cock?" he repeated, looking into my eyes. "I think you would."With. I just managed the talk even though I did not get anything she told. I was that involved virtually fucking her by watching!Later, we had dinner. She cooked only for herself as it was not an expected situation. Even though the food quantity was less, I was already full just looking at her melons. May be my stomach felt that I drank lot of milk :) I cheated my brain he he. She was pretty sure by then that I was eagerly waiting to fuck her. She intentionally bent in front of me to pick up tissue.