”As I begin thrusting deeper and deeper, I removed my hand around her mouth. “Oh my gooooood” she yelled. “This is so wrong…. Fuck… God yo... feel amazing.”Thrusting faster and deeper, I hit what seems to be her cervix. Her pussy began tightening around my length. I slowly withdrew most of my shaft and with one hard thrust I threw myself into her, balls slapping her ass in the process. “Fuuuuck!” she moaned. “Fuck me with your big cock! Fill meee!”I kept myself buried within her, hitting her. I had naturally assumed that I would sit in the back. As Linda drove off I turned to the back and asked Ken, “Have you had breakfast?”“No, not yet, the fight left last night and everything was closed where the flights crossed over.”I turned back to Linda, “Take us to a diner and we’ll all have breakfast before we go to your place.”“I’ve got to buy a couple of things so I’ll stop at the plaza close to home. You and Ken can have breakfast and get to know each other better while I shop.”“Sounds. We put her clothes on and tried to wake her. She asked about her husband, she did not say anything about either of us porking her. We helped her to the elevator and went to the right floor. We put her room card in her hand and told her to go down the hall to her room and closed the elevator door. I think she may have fallen over. We got back to the room and were pretty happy that we both got some pussy. A couple of night later we ran into the same woman on the elevator, just as drunk, with a. I have it right here."And he produced... "A tinfoil hat? Seriosuly Prof, you expect me tobelieve that?"He stood nobly aloof and regarded me with disdain. "Tinfoil? I think not!This is the finest grade disposable roasting pan. I have made a deliciouspot roast with it."Now it was my own turn to roll my eyes."Okay so you have your roasting pan hat over what, a wig? and a stuffedballistic looking brassiere, and extreme makeup...?" I was trying to make myself appealing to the man I was back then.".