Her breasts strained against the thin blouse, moving rhythmically as she came, and again the afflicted postal clerk couldn't help his erotic thoughts....Is she wearing a bra? Is that all her flesh and was that faint ridge the seams of her bra?... or tight, berry nipples, swaying without hindrance? He licked dry lips. That lucky bastard of a husband, sliding into that luscious body every time he wants it... Too bad I ain't fucking it on the side.Cindy Jamison saw the clerk, felt his burning gaze. I hesitated. This was all happening so fast. Five minutes ago Quandrell and I was having a nice conversation and now I was on my knees sucking his cock. I was now fully focused on cock. I’d worked his cock into my mouth and was now bobbing my head up and down, rhythmically suck on it. Not surprising, I was enjoying the feeling of his hard cock in my mouth. I started to pick up speed as my mouth moved up and down on Quandrell’s cock. I was really getting into sucking his cock. I pulled away. "Stop, what for?" He asked."Please Lee, pull into the motel and get us a room." Her head was down and she wouldn't look directly into his eyes as she spoke nor when he pulled under the motels' portico.He parked the car then turned and looked at her. "Shelia ... are you sure about this?"She didn't hesitate with her answer. "Absolutely, now get us a room."He complied and they were barely inside the door when she kicked it closed and practically ripped off his clothes. Her lips were on his, her. I laughed as I looked that the huge dog laying there puffing and panting. There was little doubt he had given his all. It took several minutes for Marie to regain her composure. Gripping the soaked towel between her legs she headed for the bathroom. I grabbed two beers out of the fridge and handed one to Vern. “I am not sure I can top that” I said only half joking. “Yes Trent” he said “she is something else”. Vern was about to leave when Marie came back into the lounge. She was still naked..