’ ‘To me, what I have planned will be adventure, and I can’t wait to get started. I know what I want to do isn’t what successful forty one yea...r old men get involved in, but just maybe that’s part of why I’m doing it. Besides, I won’t spend all of my time with that craziness’ ‘Well if you’ve resigned your job and bought that damn house, I’d say you have a great start on your…hell, I don’t even know what to call it. Um…you do know that what you have planned has been done dozens if not hundreds of. He had on a lame “costume” of a baseball cap wrapped in aluminum foil. Even in my stiletto heels Jim was still taller than me. “So, what’s your name? I’m surprised I haven’t seen you here before, you don’t look familiar,” Jim stated. Somewhat panicked, I looked for Anthony and Jillian but they were on the complete opposite side of the room getting drinks. I would have to talk to Jim it seemed. “Chr – Cynthia,” I replied in what I felt was my most feminine voice possible, “and you?” “I’m Jim,”. " You think they were made to go bad?" I don't know. I thought I'd ask our Mr. Davis how it could have been done, if someone wanted to put an oven out of commission."Jerry Davis was a great big bruiser of a man, well over six feet tall, weighing at least two hundred and seventy five pounds. He was also articulate, in a very profane and blue collar fashion. He'd worked for the company for seven years. When he came into my office, he was shaking with anger.For a minute, as I stared back at him, I. He got in about a dozen luscious strokes before she moved and frightened him into pulling up, his blade now dry-throbbing furiously from contact with that silken, sleep-hot belly. He felt pretty wild now. He risked spreading her legs, his heart pumping furiously. He made it on the second try."Great balls of fire, there it is, George!" he exulted.Her pink cunt was totally open for prick play. But it was dry, of course. He'd wake her up if he plunged in, and he'd wake her up if he diddled her to.