She took my cock out of her mouth. "Sure." You probably don't know it, but I had a vasectomy ten years ago, and I've never had a social disease, so I ...as wondering—"She looked up at me with a smile. "You were wondering if you could fuck me?" Could I?" Yes, I would love that but it will be 20.00 bucks." She got up on her knees, straddled my lap, leaned over to kiss me, then gently guided my cock into her wet slit and slowly went all the way down on it. She waited a moment, then slowly started. Finishing her main, I smiled as she placed her knife and fork together, hands clasped in her lap, her shy smile enchanting me.I took both dessert menus from the waiter, an act that confused him, and judging by the look on her face aroused her. I chose carefully, then ordered, a coffee for me, the chocolate for her, I knew her well enough to know she’d appreciate that.When politely and shyly enquired as to why I wasn’t having dessert, my reply of "I’ll be having you later"Bringing a flush to her. After college I found a position right away and got myown efficiency apartment.I was with the company six years when in conversationwith a supervisor it came up that I grew up insouthern Florida. He informed me corporate recentlyfinished building a new facility down there and wasoffering its own employees first shot at positionsthere, which involve a substantial raise. He also toldme I was up for a promotion already and he’d put in agood word for me so I’d start down there in a. ”He was as good as his word. The next thing Sarah felt was her pussy being rammed by the piston-like action of Jack’s pulsating cock. This went on – or, rather, in – for what seemed like forever. Finally the thing in her pussy exploded, went limp, and was withdrawn. But there were more dreaded words: “Okay, guys – who’s next?” More zippers, a rotation of hands holding her in the bent-over position, another piston jammed into her aching pussy. She cried out and her face was pushed hard into the.