Normally this place would be devoid of life of any kind. Something was up. As he silently scaled the industrial stairway to the fourth floor, Abraham ...uttered under his breath. The words came to him without prior thought, but he felt his muscles tense as the syllables left him. Probably something from their language. There was definitely something amiss here. He continued to climb, trying to remain utterly without sound. Too much noise would alert her without fail, and Abraham preferred to make. "Pump me now!" she yelled and I started off. Slow at first, but then I picked up the pace. I started to finger her puss while I felt her hands on my butt pulling me in to her. I had never seen a girl so wild. She started to squeal and was scratching my butt with her long nails. Again I had that warm feeling in my balls and I knew this time I would have one of those once in a life time orgasms. "Fuck me harder!" she was yelling again. "I going to come," I replied. And she started meeting my cock. Then I felt him tense, thrusting his cock in hard as far as it would go, his hot cum filling me up and at the same time I felt myself twitch and let loose my own cum into the soft satin panties still covering it.He sat there for a few more moments, making sure that every last drop he could pump was inside me. As he pulled out slowly I squeezed, trying to suck out every drop from his softening cock. He got up and moved back to the couch, pulling my panties up over my used ass, and sat back on. She was a natural blond with fine, straw-colored hair and pale city complexion, a little plump, and with a scratchy, croaky voice that was off-putting but intriguing, and was quiet, reserved, sweet, and proper, a talented painter, and not popular. Flo was a lady, a girl who you would have to qualify to date, and be lucky to work your way into her heart by earning her trust. My idea of a hot date with her was to go to the painting studio and talk about the latest of her paintings, their colors,.