He couldn'tcasually drop it into the "how was your weekend?" discussion, like Tinaadvised. In fact, he just realized, Connie never once asked him abo...this weekend. She was too busy talking about hers.He would have to find another time. Soon.Build up to the EventCharlie didn't find an easy time to raise the charity event the followingweek either. When Friday evening rolled around, Connie was working herwaitressing job (as she always did, since Charlie was "busy" right afterwork). Charlie,. . but not quite."Are you happy, Conrad? You know I've been dreaming of this for a while now. You look so happy sucking my boob," she asked as I closed and then opened my eyes showing her I was as happy as it was possible to be.She slowly fucked me up and down, smiling down at me, knowing just how good she was and how good she was making me feel. She was so sexually-confident and assured, she just amazed me now knowing this new and thrilling side to this woman I had known so long."I hope I'm. What makes you think I had any on to start with,” she teased back.Looking into Donna’s brown eyes, I gently followed her cunt crease, which was now quite warm and getting damp, from front to rear, as far as I could reach before being stopped by the booth cushion. I wanted desperately to slide my long finger between her pussy lips and deep into her in one motion, but resisted. I wanted her to lose control before I do.I guess I was doing a good job because Donna squirmed in her seat and asked,. The commotion increased, gets wild with screams, grunts and sounds, the cries in the open air fly loud, is heard by them, stirs, and the squeaking of the bed, is a sexual turn on to the ears, the evident of their forceful and penetrating action, and a full pounding and release to hurt with pleasure, destroys vividly in the imagination.Amazing that there is an egging on for more, for total submission to pain and pleasure, the plowing and invasion of the it’s body love holes, the slapping is but.