"The only thing I remember about her was a big brown birthmark in the shadow of her cleavage -- which looked like a vulture. It gave me nightmares for... years. Even now, whenever I see a big bird circling -- like an eagle, or a hawk, or buzzard -- I get dry-mouth, and feel faint."Instinctively, her arms pressed her breasts together, tightly. The train stopped in a small town. Standing near a gate, a woman was holding in her arms a thin, ragged screaming infant."That desperate baby and I could. She did not pull it between his legs, but doubled thelaces and tied them in a large bow at the front of the sheath. He walkedto the reception room, on the arm of Miss Yvette, knowing that even inthis short time his still rigid member had escaped from his pantalets.Miss Yvette allowed time to adjust himself before he entered thereception room.Waiting with Aunt Miranda, was a tall, angular, very elegantly dressedwoman. Her body was athletically taut with a small bust and slenderhips. Her clothing. There were three copiers on this floor and this one was old and temperamental–no one liked to use it. But it was a busy office and sometimes you just had to have a copy right now. Anyone could walk in on us, and if they did…“Ryan!” I hissed his name as I felt his finger probing my ass again, twisting, trying to loosen his hold on me, but it was no use. His cock was so good, swollen and pounding, jarring my hips into the edge of the copier. I never wanted it to end.“What’s the matter, Missy?”. "I'll see you Monday, partner" she said, hugging him. "Text me when you're home!" she demanded. John nodded, he was still holding her close, his arms around her waist. She held her arms around the nape of his neck, not wanting to let go. John knew if he didn't leave now, he would stay, and he would tell her everything. He also knew he wanted to punch the guy she'd been kissing. He knew it wasn't the guy's fault. He was collateral damage. He'd been swept up in her warpath, but had been discarded.