She'd fix him. God, his penis was so big and long. She had no one to compare him with except Bill and he filled her to the brim. How could that blond ...girl accommodate him? Wonder if she's his wife?What would Jan and Sandy think if she confessed? No, confession is the wrong word. She hadn't done anything except look. They would probably tell her to show more, but, no way, he had seen plenty. He was staring straight at her now and grinning. She flipped over on her stomach. Take that, buddy boy.. Right. I thought you ... Never mind. You know, most of these are really well known, but some I’ve never heard of. What does AstraZeneca do? Did I say that right?”Will smiled. “They’re a big pharmaceutical company. Used to be part of ICI. You’ve heard of them, right?”I nodded. “What about Aggreko?”“Now, I’m not sure about them. Why don’t you google them when you get home?”“Yeah. I think I will. Just out of interest, you know?”He chuckled and I furrowed my brow. “What?”“Nothing. I just take it. ’ She looked up at him, smiling. ‘But I was having fun!’ Her eyes widened when they met his, though, and he figured it was because he couldn’t contain the look of desire in them as he stared down at her naked body standing next to his. ‘Another time,’ he said. She smiled even more deeply. ‘Okay, but I’m going to hold you to that.’ He set the camera down and they started kissing, his hands caressing her hips as she continued to jerk him off. She looked down, and was about to go on her knees. THE PSEUDONYMOUS GUIDEThe naming of names,Even in a landThat guarantees freedomOf speech,Dampens the libertine'sLiberty, so, instead,Of his or her given name,The author of eroticaOften invents an inky alias,And, permitting him- or herselfThis single lie, is frankAbout the most intimateMoments that transpireBetween lovers lost to lust,And we readers seek moreBooks which bear the aliasOf such a wanton writer,Wanting to learn what heOr she has learned, to seeWhat he or she has seen;The authorial.