She would just act as if nothing was going on, she would sometimes tell me if i was close to finishing or just tell me to hurry up. the thought of he... just laying there like nothing was happening turned me on so much that it never took long for me to cum in her. she would just lay there with cum coming out of her pussy, which i would clean up for her while she watched tv.i remember when we were fucking and the phone rang. she picked up the phone and started talking to her friend while i was. We went back to the Gold Rush, but only to climb into my car for the long drive to the base. It was a white Mustang convertible that my Dad had gotten me when I'd graduated college. I loved it and drove with the top down every chance I got, but San Francisco is a chilly place and I thought Susan's legs must have been getting cold, so I left the top up."Nice car." Susan smiled as I pulled into traffic, heading towards the Oakland Bay Bridge."Are you cold? I can turn on the heater." I reached. . ironic really!” “Ironic?” “Aye, turns out he was Gay the whole time!” I answered with a smile. “Michael was Gay! I don’t believe you. I mean... I heard he was living with that Irish girl... Philomena.” “He did, a phase I think they call it” I replied enjoying the shock on her face and having definitely narrowed down where we knew each other from. “Still... from what I know, you weren’t exactly shy in your efforts to get into nurses uniforms!” “That’s true but definitely not with the. I reached my cock with my other hand and matched my rhythm with the brush. I was in heaven. To me this was what fucking was all about. My boy pussy was full and taking every inch of that handle. Before I knew it I was going faster and faster.. I didn't even notice my other hand jerking my 4 inch cock. All I could think about was being fucked by that hard brush handle. It was driving me towards an orgasm and all I could think about was more and more, faster and harder. I wanted that handle to.