In my former life, I always felt young and inexperienced until I started selling real estate. Even then, I fought feelings of insecurity in what I was... doing. In this life, I was young, but had experience. I worked as an equal with two men who were this guy’s age or older. That made him somehow less threatening.We greeted each other and he sat opposite me. Unlike Jim, I had found that a desk between me and my guests could be beneficial.“I have the unfortunate and sad responsibility to inform you. I groaned and tried to push back against it but he stopped me. He pushed it in slowly taking his own sweet ass time. I felt him sinking into my pink center folds and let my mouth drop. Not even half of him was inside and I felt filled to the brim. "Oh, Fuck, Ughh Michael!" Yea, I've been waiting for you to say my name like that."With each thrust he'd push a little in then take it out and push a little more in.. He had about 9" in already. It was the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. I. It even came with a stripper pole, and it was allcollecting dust in my attic. She never used it. I did. I was learninghow to dance like a woman and the same time I was losing a lot ofweight. I loved it. Anyway, I was dressed in a pink workout tank withblack tights and pink running shoes. I had my hair (which I had letgrow out) in a ponytail. I was on the pole, which I set up in my attic,dancing to "Buttons" by the Pussycat Dolls. I was spinning around thepole when I saw Claire standing. And when she opened it she saw the shower had turned into an outright downpour. April wasn’t surprised. Birthdays had never been nice to her. She always heard people complain about having their birthday on Christmas or Halloween — try being born on April Fools’ Day. Her parents were the first to get in on the fun, naming her April. She hated the name, a constant reminder of the month and day she’d been unfortunate enough to have been born on. And then there were the birthday parties. When.