I much prefer to use that name. It conjures images of golden-brown skin and thick, silky hair. So much more appropriate than the other you use, I thin...k. I don’t believe I want to know what your real name is. In my fantasy it must be a Continental name, something French or Italian. As I sat at my desk today, I found my mind wondering to the erotic thoughts that pervaded me last night. Thoughts that my co-workers would have been shocked to hear. My gaze began to roam about the office, and. . I need your advice, Dottie. There's this problem and I've gotto deal with it and I'm not sure exactly ...." Don't you worry about it, Vera, now is perfectly fine! But honey, yousound just awful! Are you angry about something, or crying, or what? Ican't tell!" Both! I'm furious and I'm ... no, it's worse than both! Oh, I don'tknow .... Vera, it's ... it's that bastard!" That bastard? You mean Sheldon? Your marvelous hubby? Did he forgetyour anniversary again like last year, and then. He finally looked at his breasts, his mouth gapedopen as he seen them for the first time. His breasts were impossiblyperky, creamy white adorned with perfectly round soft pink areolastopped with a darker pink large nipple. He cupped them in awe noticingtheir weight in his soft dainty hands. He noticed they seemed tooperfect, they had no stretch marks or imperfections. He looked at hisflat soft stomach, the tiny cute belly button and the silky soft flesh.He looked at his soft hairless mound and. Soon, he released and his cum went into the pool water. They were probably used to that. Not long after, Charlie and Lucy both heard the door open. It was a woman in her fifties carrying an umbrella- odd, since it wasn’t supposed to rain today… ‘Oh, hello there.’ she said upon seeing them. ‘Why, hello.’ Lucy said back. ‘Would it be all right if I joined you?’ the woman asked. ‘No problem.’ answered Charlie. The woman took her clothes off- her body looked quite good for her age- and walked in..