They were salesmen, like Carl, who knew the importance of a good fuck at night before an important presentation the next morning.They stepped into the...elevator as the door opened. The tall salesman pressed button for his floor, then waited for the doors to slide silently closed. She was expecting his kiss as he turned to her. Her face tilted upward. Her lips parted. Her tits thrust outward, rising luxuriously in her anticipation. He felt her melt into his arms as he drew her tightly against. Just say so. Just tell me you don't want this cock." "Oh mother of god, Paul. I am so fucking hot. Oh Paul. Oh god. Oh I need this so fucking much. Oh please don't go! Don't go! Oh please give me some cock Paul. Please." He approached me and slowly finished taking off my clothes. Then he kissed me. I had not even been kissed in months it seemed. And he was so tender. He nuzzled my neck and I stretched it out for more. He licked my earlobes and sucked them in and I shuddered. I put my arms. It was quite large and I had a permanent staff of housekeeper and gardener/driver. The former was a woman called Mrs Glenn, about fifty-five, motherly and efficient, the latter an ex-Royal Marine known as Chalky White, still hard and fit. He too was about mid-fifties and like an uncle to me. The house was in good shape but somehow empty. I called Flick’s sister, Lilly, my best mate ever and she immediately invited me to a party. Lilly was a determined party-er, she had an insatiable appetite. Then I took hold of my cock, pushed the head between her lips, let go and thrust deep into her searing hot pussy. With every thrust I held her hips tight and savored the silky wet pussy that was mine for the taking. Katey was tight, slick and hot, just the way I remembered and just how I’ve liked it ever since. Feeling the sweetness of her envelop me and begin to charge my whole body for the coming explosion, I ran my hand over the skin on her back and slowed my thrusting so it was as long.