Fucked again. So I go down to the corner of the block to maybe call him or something and here he fucking comes from across the street and he is just a...azing. Man he's got all that hair up in braids or whatever they call them, and ivory beads and shit and it looks like some kinda royal African headdress or something and his graceful little body just flows across the street, and he's calling my name like we were fucking cousins. Then we walk up five fucking flights in the heat, and he doesn't. I didn't bother pulling off her panties... Just pulled them to the side and then poked into her pussy lips. She started moaning immediately and I began to thrust into her while she bucked her hips. Her arms were around the back of my head and my tongue was in her mouth as we kissed and the grinding of our bodies got faster and more violent as she squeezed out an orgasm. She came all over my penis and her moist pussy wet up my lap and backseat. After a few more minutes of thrusting I told her I. She was filled with a rollercoaster of emotions ranging from confusion, shame, fear and the most surprising and persistent to her… lust! The encounter with Stan had been the best sex she had ever had and she hated herself for it. Kelly didn’t know what to do about it either. She knew she couldn’t tell her fiancé, Mark, but should she quit her job? How would she explain it she had only been there a few months and she had told everyone how much she loved the work? Every day at work Kelly just. “Could put her atop the old flagpole and run her up and down a bit.” He cracks a smile at his own wordplay which Anita immediately replicates. “Would you like me to?” “Well, you do seem a little tense …” Anita continues running her palm softly up and down the underside of Grant’s erection whilst the fingers I so recently soaked are twirling themselves amongst the light copse of hair that surround his nipple … and it seems to me, if anything, these loving caresses are more likely to increase.