He’s a physical specimen - six-feet-two-inches with bulging muscles, a few tats, and chiseled face. He’s also a great guy and not a tool like some... muscle heads can be. He’s cool to the guys but you can tell he’s got a way with the ladies as well.I’ve gotten to know him well enough that he likes to share some juicy tidbits from his weekend with me on a Monday morning. Being a middle-aged married guy, I can only live vicariously through his stories. And, man, does he have some good ones.I always. Just a couple of short months ago their mother had complained of feeling run down and went to see a doctor. What she found was that she had Stage 4 cancer and it had metastasized to the point that only radical chemo treatments could only slow her inevitable demise. In counsel with her family, she elected to forego the treatments, wanting only to enjoy her last time on earth.The reason there were no others at the funeral was not that they were bad people. It was just that they were a very. As my imagination took flight again, I could not help but hold my cock firmly once more, sliding my hand over the skin harder and faster as I imagined her pussy: warm, wet and welcoming. I felt the familiar, satisfying feeling of an orgasm approach, and wanked harder until the pulsations began. I pulled my shorts up and over my shaft as the first shots of cum burst out, preventing any embarrassing drips on the landing. I leant back a little, rubbing myself through the material until I could. .."Just then a bad-tempered Philip McKenna entered Kenneth's office without doing him the courtesy of knocking. "Are you ready bitch!" he almost yelled.It was at that moment that Paula Chapman chose to come out of the bathroom with a bath towel wrapped around her. It covered her breasts and came down far enough to comfortably cover her pussy. Kenneth Jones held his hand out as she neared his desk. She took it and smiled, then her smile broadened as he wrapped his left arm around her towel clad.