" What's all the noise in the background?" he asks curiously."It's nothing," I protest. "I'm... er... just watching some porn," I fumble, looking down...at Jenny and realizing that it's not that much of a lie."OK, we'll be there shortly," and the connection is broken. This time I turn the damn thing off.I can't take it any longer. I get a grip on Jenny's hips and as soon as her ass relaxes its death grip on my cock, I start to slide in and out of her. I try to start slowly, but I know that it. . Well, I’ve got some video gear in my RV...” I said in a considering tone. “It’s not studio quality, but I don’t know... Maybe we could knock something together that might at least get your foot in the door. What sort of special talents have you got?”She looked down at the table, morosely nudging her fries around on the plate with her fingertip. “I don’t think I have any,” she admitted.“Oh, everyone has something. You just need to find that unique bit of crazy, anything to make yourself. Beth was astounded and told him that she did not believe him. He explained that after he had one housewife she had called her friends and now he was doing the whole neighborhood. He said that once a lonely housewife had some "thick black cock" they always called back for more and that he mowed several lawns weekly even if they didn't need it. I thought my wife would go crazy after he started talking like that, but to my surprise she just muttered, "Well it can't be that good." Derrick replied,. I tore his hand from my reluctant nipple, and dragged it down over my flat stomach and in between my open thighs, 'Put your fingers-in', I gasped, as I felt him down there, now my slender hips were dancing, coaxing his fingers into me, I slid and slipped his digits between my labia, until they finally entered me, then without warning, I began humping his hand, with both of my hands clamped, vice-like around his small wrist, and my hips thrusting like a runaway piston in a block, all the while,.