She straddled me on the chair, and with one hand she held the beer mug and we took sips between kisses. She then swilled beer in her mouth and made me...drink it, and I did the same to her. With the other hand, she was stroking my erect cock. Soon, slipping a condom over my stiff member, she lifted her hips and took it in. She slay still for a minute and kept the empty glass away. She started to grind at me while I held her firm body and felt her breasts thrust against mine. We were locked in,. She propped her head up with a couple of pillows and slipped another one beneath her shapely hips. Her medium sized tits spread out on her chest and her big nipples were standing at attention. She slowly massaged her breasts with both hands. She also alternated stroking her pussy with both hands. Soon her pussy was leaking fluids and she was extremely aroused. Mrs. Jones picked up her makeshift dildo and slipped it between her legs. She spread her legs as wide as she could. The cucumber she had. Looking around the apartment it was immediately apparent that the women were a bit short on cash. The little bit of furniture obviously came with the apartment, and the only other things that decorated the living area were a few sketches torn from an artists sketchpad. The drawings were done in charcoal and all had a sad and dark quality to them. One of the drawings was a ballerina, not in the midst of dance, but collapsed to the floor, clutching a foot in apparent agony. The way the artist had. All of a sudden she asked if he had any dirty pictures on his laptop, he said he hadn't, and she said he must have,again he replied he hadn't, she said that was a shame as she was running her finger up and down his cock which was growing.I put my hand up her skirt and was moving my finger up and down her slit and she was really wet, this man said he was happily married and Donna told him to be quiet, she was rubbing his cock thru his pants and he was getting harder and harder as he was talking.