.. James... pleaseeeee... don't... make... me... wait... any... long... er" she panted. She was so beautiful lying there, I stepped out of my shoes an...d my trousers, stripped off my socks, and stepped between her legs. "God she was sexy." My cock was hurting with need for release. I took one more look at her wide-open legs, and the stretched stocking tops, everything framed for my visual and tactile pleasure, and moved onto her."Pleaseeee... James..." She reached between us and guided my cock to. Komal: If you are sure I can schedule an appointment for you but you should do as I say.Me: Ok.Komal: We will go shopping and then I will schedule an interview for you.Me: OkShe took me to a local shop and took a tube top which was definitely not fitting me and half-covering my boobs. She took a yoga pant of 36, again smaller than my size but was stretchable. And a push-up bra without the strap. And we came home.Me: How I can wear this on the road to go for an interview.Komal: You need not wear. Inside, I practically ran to my bedroom. My hands fumbled with the drawer where I kept my bathing suit. It was no Speedo, but I thought about jerking off as I put it on; there was no hiding the bulge in front.I can claim no more than an average build, but I keep in shape for a forty-four-year-old man, and I don’t think I had felt seven inches this hard since I was nineteen. I put on a loose polo shirt and headed to the kitchen, thinking about royalties and agent contracts, anything but the. Most of the time, I just cornered Doreen in a closet and let her take care of things with her mouth while I imagined it was her mom's head between my legs.Doreen sent me a couple of more photos of Ralph. It was the name she had given my present and I have to admit I was a little put out because I knew she had a relationship with a guy called Ralph a scum pond piece of pure trailer trash doing time in jail for being a public nuisance. He was stupidly pissing on the mayor's flowers right in front.