You stand there stroking your cock greasing it up with the olive oil and then you wipe your hand on my pussy. I feel like a Greek salad and your thick...cock is slipping all over my ass. I can feel the head of your cock forcing its way into my tight hole."Fuck me in the ass. I want to feel your fat cock in my ass. "Fuck that feels good," I gasp.I feel your huge head press hard against my asshole. The pressure increasing , but your forceful jabbing thrusts were required until finally my tight. I had been lucky with acne, and rarely had to wear much makeup. I had thicker lips than average and braces gave me great teeth. My breasts were definitely from my mother. I was at a small C at that point and my mother commented to me often how happy I was going to be when I went to Sorority. How well I would fill out formal dresses. While I often dressed girly, it was never suggestive. My breasts helped accentuate them that I was trim, though not athletically fit like Savannah. I am. . God, God, it's so... good, so good," Barbara moaned, pushing her fingers into the pillow behind her head.It was the same lush, swampy feeling she had experienced years ago when Joe had first touched her with his fingers, rubbing them over her cuntal mound while undressing her.Now it was a dog. Barbara had only managed to scoot her panties down halfway. The dog was nosing up hotly between her white shivering thighs now, rubbing his snout against the juice- soaked crotch panel."Uhhhhh, oh. "I over heard her the other day going on about your bad timing and how you'd be in the shit house when you got back."As the lead architect of one of the database systems his company was working on, Ken's position was pretty important, but not critical - especially at this stage of the game. Helen was grandstanding. The project was on track and his two weeks away at this stage of the game would have negligible impact."Somehow," he replied, the hand with the drink making sweeping gesture around.