An hour later he was getting off the elevator with Ms. Angel’s dry cleaning. Rika directed him where to hang it in her office and told him to come b...ck out to her. When he got back to the reception area he said, “That wasn’t so bad. How long have you been working for Ms. Angel?” “I’ve been with her three years now, working on my fourth.” “You must like working for her.” “Oh yes. We’re one happy family and as long as we try our best she takes good care of us.” “How many people work here?” “Well,. Oh my god, it was so good. I bottomed out right away and almost came immediately. I started thrusted hard into her, deep as I could go, as fast I could. I could my stiff cock moving in her vagina, pounding her cervix. Through the thin skin in her ass I could feel my cock moving against my finger and I gripped her even more. Her moan was guttural, almost a****listic. I could feel the sweat starting to drip off her body, dripping from her hair, falling on my body, on my face. There was a musk. Excitement permeated every corner of the two buildings, old and new, as students, parents, teachers and movers gathered, carried and deposited the teaching materials into their new home. Kayla Larimer, one of the middle school teachers, was enjoying every minute of this day. In her eleventh year of teaching, Kayla felt as if she were a seven-year-old awakening on Christmas morning eager to open Santa’s presents. Dressed as she was in bib overalls and a pink eyelet shirt, Kayla almost looked. Out of the blue, Bernadette asked, "Do you know Desirae and Eric at the Community Center?" "Yes, he delivers the meals to the shut-ins and she works in the front office. Why?" "Well, I told Desirae how well we were getting along and she asked if we would be interested in trading partners for an evening. I would like you to consider it." A warm wind out of the South could have knocked me out. What a request! This is the woman who'd had a sexually cold husband, had never given a blow job, and now.