Rebecca sighed and then began to match the thrusts, pushing back as her pussy began to get wetter and wetter. A third finger slid in easily and again ...ithout breaking stride she was pushing back against the intrusion to her snatch. Siobhan brought her thumb upwards and began rubbing her clit, then curled her fingers and began to tug holding her pussy in a tight grip and pulling her towards her. Rebecca was murmuring slightly but was taking the assault on her pussy easily and seemed like she. It seemed like fear wasn't selling very well for some reason, imagine that.Editors' desks groaned with the weight of copy to be gone through, even in electronic form, as an army of reporters and journalists filed stories as fast as they could make their Blackberries work. Although the coverage was as in-depth as anything ever done by The Chicago Sun Times; there was one human interest angle that they missed.Tao Lin had arrived at the target zone and stood marveling at this sea of humanity. Even. Big fish, small pond. He hired Cindy when she was seventeen to answer phones. By the time she was eighteen, they were a two-person office and they fucked every morning as soon as they arrived at work. When she was twenty, Rick’s wife of seven years filed for divorce. Rick traveled every other month or so for business and was out of town for two or three nights at a time. It was almost always the same cities: Chicago, Atlanta, and Houston. His clients had offices there. Rick also has mistresses. Surprisingly, and embarrassingly, both sexes were well represented. Nearly all were middle-aged or more and looking exceedingly worldly-wise.The men looked slobs. Bloated, semi-retired businessmen. The proverbial fat cats. They looked as though middle-age spread and over-indulgence had left them so lethargic that perving over young people was all the sex they could manage, or be bothered lifting a finger or elevating a penis for. But they were nothing like as daunting as the women. 'Cougars.