She sucked on my cock hard, I pulled her back by the hair on the back of her head and kissed her passionately. I stood her up and we continued kissing...whilst walking backwards toward the sofa, I took off her top and she took off mine. I slipped my hand into her short shorts and started to play with her pussy, she was already wet and began to get even wetter. O..oh my she exclaimed in a hush tone, I knew she was enjoying it and I knew I was doing something right so I continued. I pushed her. “Hey, you have to earn those.”They both gave me the look. Even Mr. Happy, ever the optimist, realized that this look meant I might not ever get sex again. I did the smart thing and backed out of the doorway, and went back to the living room where my buddy, Duke, needed some loving. As I loved him up, I realized that getting Pam pregnant might mean she could take all my t-shirts, if she wanted to. She had more than earned them. I wondered if that was how Greg felt when he found out about Angie. I slid right in - man, she was really wet! It was as though we'd done this before (with each other), the way our thrusts became sync'd so quickly. She started doing Kagels around my dick, causing excellent stimulation while I pumped. This woman is a fucking machine, at the very least.We thrusted and wiggled, writhed and slapped skin as we fucked. This was, in no way, love-making. This was genuine fucking. No pretense by either of us - no games. No one had to say, "I love you!" We just consumed. She approached the old glass counter and cleared her throat. The old man looked over the top of the porn magazine he was reading.“Can I help ya with somethin’ lady?” He said in a rough voice, as he chewed on the mushy stub of an unlit cigar.“Uh, do you have any vibrating eggs?” She asked, trying to act as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.The old man smiled and looked her up and down. “Well pretty lady, I can take care of that urge for ya. I got a place right upstairs.”“Oh, ah, NO!” She.