Marie was a woman of large girth and was often described as BBW around the office. For those of you who haven't mated with a woman of ample carriage while also having a cute face, this is a big beautiful woman. I'll never forget her crying that morning, that normally innocent secretary: her panties twisted, turned up and ruffled around her thigh with a small puddle in front of her. She had clearly been experiencing pleasure; her flushed cheeks and deep breaths beside the water cooler assured that, but something was wrong. A tear had dripped about half way down her cheek before coming to a rest on her third chin, signifying pain.
"There was two of them."
I looked around before realising we were alone and she was talking to me and responding.
"Two of what?"
"Two of them, one black, one white."
"Two men?"
"No, well…uh…kind of."
"What do you mean, kind of?"
"There were two penii."
"What? Two penii? Two penises?"
"Yes. A force just took me down, one went into my jam factory and the other in the rump."