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She started to turn toward the door, red cane over her arm, when Alphonso grabbed her hand. She turned and looked at him, and then he did something totally unexpected. He turned his chair toward her and patted his lap. "Sit down, lady," he said softly. Marge looked at him, then at his lap, then, with a delicate move for a large lady, she gently sat on the big man's lap. He turned her face toward him to kiss her on the lips. First, they heard the tall, adjustable base of the over-priced chair crack loudly. Then they heard the four wheels splay flat out, then they heard their own laughter as they fell on top of each other onto the floor. A loud crash echoed through the big office as four hundred pounds of human beings and the big chair hit the floor. Alphonso laughed a deep, hearty laugh and then turned toward Marge whose sweat shirt had pulled up, showing her bra, and whose face was slowly turning red. Alphonso looked at that face, smiled, turned toward her and gave her a sweet, gentle kiss on the lips. Marge kissed him back. Way to go.

The Burned Out Old Broads IX: In Training Bras (Broomsticks, Rats and Snakes)

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