I did have a chance to chat to Wendy, the boss's PA, during my lunch-break and we flirted harmlessly over our sandwiches."Such a pity you're working o...ver the weekends at the moment," she said with a smile in here lovely Irish accent."Such is life," I said with a smile. "Besides, you're probably as fertile as hell at the moment." Aye, I am," she giggled. "But you could have me if you popped in." Temptress," I chuckled."Certainly am, John," she giggled. "But you're right; it's not really an. She hitched up her dress to round her waist and pulled her panties to one side. We both watched and waited, and I found myself wondering just how we’d reached this stage in our relationship, where she was willing to pee for me whenever I asked. I met Grace when we were both eighteen, two months before my birthday. I spotted her at a nightclub, she shone out like a star, drawing me in like a moth, I had no control over it. We had a perfect night together, and then I woke up the next morning to. “Tell me about your grandfather so I know what to expect,” Maddie suggested as they cruised down the highway. Keith had to agree. It was only fair that he prepare her a little, and talking would keep them both awake for their midnight drive.“I didn’t see him from the time I was 10 until I was 18,” Keith answered. “My mother blamed him for my father’s death—it was a printing accident—and just didn’t make him welcome. I think he blamed himself, too. We wrote to each other regularly, but I was. .. You need to remove your pants," she said.Slowly he did, eyes fixed on her crotch, whispering "abomination."Julie was astonished. What the heck was that? It must be his penis! But it looked nothing like the penises in the book. This one was stiff and huge and stuck straight out. The books had spoken about insertion. And ... That kind of penis would need no threading like a rope into a hole. That kind of penis could press itself into a vagina! But it was so big ... Yet somehow insertion was.