Roger Pearson was checking in for his appointment. Oh well, hello. What are you doing here? She wondered. As she was staring at him from the back of t...e office, a familiar tingle began inside her red thong. Trish dashed down the hall and ducked into the employee break room. She slammed the door of the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Jesus Christ, you couldn’t have come in this morning when I looked good? She realized that she was actually annoyed at Roger. She shook her head, then. She was enjoying every moment of what was happening and even I was enjoying it a lot. She said that she now wanted me inside her we shifted ourselves that she was lying with her legs spread open on the sofa from the front. I brought my penis nearer to her vagina and shoved it inside her pussy but it was difficult for me to shove my penis inside her pussy. After trying for a few times I finally shoved it in. She moaned in pain because after her divorce she never had a chance for sex and so she. Her stomach had a pooch to it and her bush was a brown color and too thick nor did it appear to be trimmed. Her lips were visible. She laid on the bed next to me. "Go ahead and explore me." She said as she stretched out. I went straight to her pussy and felt around. She was wet, and fingered her cunt sticking two fingers deep inside her. Then I went to her boobs and mashed them and kneaded them then back to her sweet pussy. "You should taste me, go ahead and place your face down there and taste. Holding the weight of my breasts, letting them go, squeezing the tiny bit of fat around my middle, even as the mirror showed all evidence to the contrary—objectively an hourglass figure—all I saw was a 34 year-old unshaven slob. Almost compulsively I stroked my fingers through the damp and overgrown hair that wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. In the bedroom I rifled the closet for a dress I could hide in. It’s counter-productive, of course, baggy clothes make everything worse but no one who.