It appeared, as far as TV Guide could tell, that Pete had no skeletons left in his closet because he'd flung them all out into the open.Des was a diff...rent matter. She had said nary a word about her past on the show, and the biography provided in the publicity packet was scarce. Husband? No. Children? No. Job? Retired. When the publicist had called her up, after she'd been chosen, and asked, "Retired from what?," there had been no pause at all before Des's answer: "Working."The magazine editors. AHH!" I screamed when I felt him buried to the root. It hurt but it felt so good. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming."Ahhh thats right bitch! Take it all! I'm gonna make you scream some more." He grunted. He moved to a much faster pace than I was used to.Grabbing my hair, my boyfriend turned my head and fed me his cock. It was one way to keep me quiet. I swirled my tongue around his dick but he was only interested in fucking my face. I fought the gag reflex as he throat fucked me. Burying. My face was now touching the floor of the upper stair. He pressed my back towards the floor to lift my ass more. After a few strokes, he pulled his dick out again.Then he sat on the stair and got hold of my hand and made me sit in his lap on his dick. I was now facing him while sitting on his dick. He looked at my teary eyes and energyless face and smiled. Before I could understand what to do, he took my one boob in his mouth.He started sucking it while grabbing my back and start stroking me. I slip my tung into his mouth. He seems completely shocked at my boldness. I twist the doornob to the library and take his hand. Leading him to the far corner of the library and knowing no one would be there. I went into the computer room in the back. I lock the door behind is giggling slightly and draw the blinds so no one can see us. I push him back onto the cozy looking little couch and jump onto my prey. I straddle his lap and kiss him passionately again. I sit down hard on his lap and.