I was bent over a bench in his camper and he pulled my hips to him. I felt him rubbing lube on my ass and I braced for his impact. I was not really us...d to fucking and he was very thick. The thought of it all frightened me a bit but I was too wound up to stop him.I felt him press the head of his cock against my ass ring. He slid himself a bit into me hard and direct. It did hurt. He kept rubbing in more lube along with his cock and eventually he started pumping into me. I had a brief moment of. .what I would really like, Mary … call me. Be more than a work friend. We don’t have to be just the office.” Hugged me tight as she continued to grind her pussy into the man’s mouth. What a way to firm up a friendship.The morning continued that way, just as Mr. C had envisioned it. Two more pussy fuckings, another double penetration, and two more pussies and it was close enough to noon to call for a break. Most went for lunch, anyway, either in the break room, their desks in groups, or. “Will do. A-anything else?”“No, that’s all. I’ll see you on Saturday then.”“Sure thing. You take care. See you!”By the time he reached his car parked in the street outside, he had to force himself to unclench his fists. What did he expect? He spent two to three days every month with Lucy. He had no claim whatsoever on Helen. And, he had to admit, she was working her butt off at Penn during the week and was a patient and loving mother for Larissa. She deserved some fun, didn’t she?His brain said. That was the case of my good friend Sam and his youngest daughter, Kristin. I'd met Sam in my college years and I'd been his best man when he'd married his college sweetheart, Marie. They'd been happily married for several years and I'd watched them grow in their love and in their family as Marie had their first baby and then a second and a third. The third child, Kristin, was the cutest and most attractive of the three and when she entered her teenage years, I could tell that Kristin was going.