I had some encounters with a couple of other women at work and it had given me a secret reputation. They called me the horse....When Wendy started to ...alk to me, I figured she had heard the rumor. Wendy is a pretty woman in her early 30s. I was kind of surprised that she wasn't married when we got to know each other a little. She was super sweet, smart, and easy to get along with. We talked about our past and I told her that I had never managed to stay in a relationship. I had broken up with a. I know I’m going to keep trying,’ she said as she drifted off to sleep. I truly was a lucky man. The following day was my first day heading back to the office after our wonderful trip. In the morning on the train into the city, as we crossed a bridge, though I rarely took in the sites during my commute, I looked out at the river. Looking further north I noticed a bridge that reminded me again of that day with Simone. After leaving Little Jimmy’s place, we were heading back across the harbor.. "Oh yeah ... oh yeah ... nice..." Her legs tightened around Brad's hard-muscled body. One calf rested against his ass and felt it tighten as he banged her. "Uhhnn ... more ... oh God, yeah..."Brad was silent since he started fucking her. His whole focus was on his own actions, like he was on automatic. Normally Heather did not care for a partner that acted little more as a fucking machine, but her need was so excruciating that it begged relief by whatever means.She tossed her head back, and her. Then she leaned over and whispered, “Are you wearing the red heels?”I rolled my eyes as Heather stuck her foot out rather dramatically from under the quilt.“Aw, that’s too bad,” Lara whispered again, eyeing her sock.“It is!” Heather agreed. “Very sad. But hey, ask my dad to show you what’s in that round bag.”Lara shrugged and then did as asked.“Nice one,” I said, watching as Aongus unpacked the frame drum with obvious pleasure and handed it to her. Lara was a mix of childlike hesitation and.