He didn’t look the type to her but then, what did the type look like? Standing there all that time, she saw him drive by each morning for the past w...ek, watching her. He didn’t seem dangerous but sometimes there were chances that had to be taken. She said a prayer to her Southern Baptist God. He started the car and they headed back through the oil-soaked streets and then the coast road toward his home in the countryside farther south. She hadn’t asked how much it paid and he didn’t even ask her. To paraphrase a Gumpism, life is a lot like that box of puzzle pieces – you might have an idea of the structure, the people in your life, and how those relationships connect, but working out the details can take a lifetime. Greg Bartels stood in the doorway of the Reeds’ home with a woman Jahn had never met before, and he couldn’t begin to imagine what the hell the man wanted with him over half a year since they’d seen each other last. They weren’t friends. They weren’t co-workers. They had. Her pussy ached and she could feel herself moaning and making helpless noises. His fingers pushed inside her and she groaned in contentment. His thumb circles her engorged clit and his long fingers slowly stroked at her g-spot, which she hadn't even known really existed. Already she could feel the tightening in her groin from the building orgasm. As she got closer to coming she felt him roughly pinching her nipples with his other hand. The pain was exquisite. The orgasm hit her in waves and she. " but then she just closer her eyes. I slowly entered a trance as my lips made their way across her frame. I ran my tongue up her neck, still a slight taste of sweat. I then moved my body close to her's, and my rock hard dick pressed against her thigh. She didn't seem to care, in fact... "dude, you're so good at that, better than any guy I've been with... what do you wanna do? I'm open...". I pulled off my clothes so I was down to my underwear as well. "Hey pal, you're not so bad.