Her name is Sarah, the only woman who has ever embodied the word “love” for him, the only one that ever will. It's not a determination. He knows i...t. With every embrace, with every touch upon her nude flesh, with every kiss of his lips and thrust of hips, he tells her how convinced he is that he will love her forever. He feels her hair cascade around his face as her supple lips swirl upon his cheeks and mouth and neck. In the darkness, he still sees the colour of each strand, like pulled. Though he even feared himself. Frank shook his head and started to unbutton his white dress shirt. It was slightly stained with blood, from the recent murder he committed hours before. He tossed his dress shirt onto the pile of clothes in the corner of his bathroom, along with his dress pants and undershorts. He stood naked in front of the mirror, his member hanging between his legs. He was not only proud of his success, but very proud of the hung package he obtained. His cock was 8 inches long. ..I mean, could I....I mean...." "What's the matter? What do you want?" "Could you, I mean would you mind lifting your shirt so I could get a better view?" I gave him a sly smile "do you really want to see these?" and I grabbed a handful of both of my breasts. "Yes please. Very very much so." I lifted my shirt just above my breasts and unclasped my bra and let the girls fall out. They swayed a bit in front of him and he watched them intently the whole time. I began to rub my breasts like I. If I made it to minute #6, I was confident I would be in the final grouping over the weekend. Mr. Snyder would narrow the field to two and re interview the finalist over the weekend. I was certain the field would consist of girls prettier and younger than me. Some of them might even suck cock as well. Those first 5 minutes were crucial.I looked up at the Principal building and took a deep breath. I knew I looked my best. I'd given myself a hard once over in Office Girlz before agreeing that.