He really did look awful. It was a warm morning, giving promise of being a real scorcher later on but it wasn't hot enough to account for how he was s...weating. His shirt was soaked under the arms, his collar was unbuttoned and in spite of his tan his face was as flushed as though he'd been out in the sun too long."Don't mention fire!" His attempt at a laugh was shaky, bitter. "I feel like I'm burning up. God it's hot in here!" Then turn off that damned gas log! I never could figure out why you. Then I walked back past Her receptionist, making sure She got a good view of my big wet patch.• Miss Denise read my big tit mags while I ogled Her cleavage and pumped cum through the front of my wank-trousers in front of Her. She said “oh that was quick – I was enjoying reading your mags!”• Miss Casey I saw twice – the first time I didn’t even get as far as seeing Her pose, She was wearing such a short skirt on the sofa I could see Her knix and She and Her receptionist were laughing as they. Normally I would yell at them, but, I wearing a tank top and booty shorts was getting wet over this. I wasn't wearing a bra so my nipples wearing poking out of my tanktop. I just got so horny I couldnt take it, so I left. When I was in the parking lot one of the guys ran behind me and lifted my tank top to the bottom of my neck and ripped it off. He stared directly at my tits, amazed. I wear a 32 D cup. Then six of the seven other guys that I noticed in the stadium, walked into the parking lot.. She nodded, and then panted briefly while it passed. “Yeah, I think so.”“Time to make some calls?”“Please.” She sat down on a bar stool at the kitchen island, and I grabbed the phone off the wall. The first call was to Doctor Harrington’s emergency number, and she told us to head down to GBMC. The next call was to Big Bob and Harriet, and they said they would drive down and arrive by that afternoon. I told them that I would leave a key over the back door in case I wasn’t home yet. Then I called.