You. Did. Tonight.” Each word was punctuated with a thrust into her stretched and filthy pussy.She groaned with each thrust. The thought now of J...hn taking her this was so erotic to Brenda.“I stripped.”“Where?”“In a nasty bar.” Brenda said this in a husky low voice. She could tell from John’s reaction that it was turning him on.“Yeah, and then what did you do?”“I fucked a guy.”“Tell me how you did it?”John was pounding her, and slapping her ass now, and sometimes pulling on her cum matted. He struggled to keep his knees from shaking. “Well, ah, occasionally. I mean, no. Not really. I mean….” “What exactly do you mean?” She stroked the length of his cock with a loose fist, her hand just skimming over the flesh of his prick shaft. “Do you or don’t you?” “No, not regularly.” Jeff’s eyes flashed back and forth between her eyes and her pussy. She was rubbing her thighs lightly together and undulating her hips, thrusting them forward slightly in a very sexy and stimulating way. Jeff. She brushed her hand across my face and kept speaking, urging me to try and remain awake.Her hand felt like a spring breeze as she brushed a stray hair off face. My hormones responded to her kindness and beauty. I felt myself wakening more by the minute and Tara seemed to come alive as I did.The troubling thing was that even as I accepted my death as Phil Rasmussen and the grief of losing my love and family, I also felt the loss of Michael’s mother, father and brother. Somehow I knew of their. Everyone else has already nicked off,” he walked away drinking the coffee he held in both hands. I sorted the paperwork into three files: financial, bookings and renovations. I plugged in a fan; it was boiling and the AC wasn’t working. I fanned myself with an empty folder as I slowly filed away the paperwork. The temperature continued to rise and my top started to stick to my skin, making it uncomfortable to work. I kicked off my heels so my feet could get some air. “Sir?” I called out and.