The next day I had a support request come in from Helen. Any excuse to see her wonderful legs I thought and quickly responded, despatching myself to h...r desk on the third floor. Helen's monitor wasn't working she told me, so she had to make room for me to crawl under her desk and check the connections. I spotted the monitor cable had come out of the back of her PC and quickly reconnected it, stealing another quick look at her heels and nylon covered calves. I was amazed she hadn't left her desk. I put my hand over his mouth and continued slam fucking him. Seeing the look of regret and pleasure in his face sent me over the edge and couldn't hold back anymore. I didn't tell him I was gonna cum, I wanted to see the look on his face the moment I pumped into him. My balls were so full, as I hadn't came in a week, and being so horny from those text messages from the daddy who's gonna fuck me in a few hours from that point, I was ready to blow. I got about two shots in him and then his eyes. Exactly 15 minutes later, Jay is letting himself in with his copy of the apt key.“Taryn! It’s me! I’m here!” He walks swiftly across her studio apt and rounds the corner entryway to her bedroom. There he finds 9 bathing suits layed out quite neatly on the bed. And Taryn staring at them from the foot of the bed.“No! No! No! Jay exclaimed irritated. We are not going to battle with the bikinis this year. Pack two, finish up in here, and meet me in the car. Now!” screeched Jay.“ I hate it when he’s. ”“Right -- chief cook and bottle washer.” He handed her a plate to dry.“Loren?”“What?”“Can we not invite Todd for any more dinners?”“I only invited him to pay him back for helping assemble that swing set,” he replied. “We never could’ve put it together without him. The guy works out nearly every weekend, pumping iron. He could lift that beam in place when I could barely budge it.”“I know he looks like a body builder. I think he’s a misogynist. The remarks he was making...”“He meant it as a.