A security badge, of course. Some male employees wore theirs clipped to their waistbands, and although she was a solid six feet tall, the man she was ...acked up against was taller. One floor, two floors, three. Each filling the elevator a bit more, and now she was pressed so hard up against the man behind her that she could smell his cologne--cologne and some other, vaguely familiar scent. His shampoo, maybe, or perhaps his deodorant.It was around the sixteenth floor that she felt him shift. My dick was going soft after I cummed.But I had some energy left in my body. I was still moving dick inside her pussy to make it hard again.Mom: Wow honey you still have energy left huh?I grabbed both of her boobs and squeezed it tight and banging her in a missionary position. My hip was moving on its own with full force. I kissed her lips and pressing her boobs hard and fucking her. I pumped her as much as I could for another 10 minutes.I cummed again inside her with all my strength and fall. He was stroking with his left hand, that’s why I noticed the wedding band. I tried but couldn’t see his face. I guess he saw me peering through the hole. He started to turn around. Scared that I had been caught staring, I quickly sat back in my chair. I didn’t want to get into a fight because I was a “damn queer”. I mean, this was Texas.I sat there for what felt like hours. Then all of a sudden, he pushed his cock through the hole. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I didn’t know people did. " "I'm having trouble following the conversation," I admitted. She scowled at me. "That sometimes happens when I stretch it too thin," she explained. "It's hard to get it right when you try to be too many things for too many people. I didn't think that would happen now that it's gone." If that explained anything, I wasn't following at all. "What's gone?" was all I could think to ask. "There's no use in explaining to people who won't remember," she answered. I wondered if she knew she was being.