The father of my daughter was a fucking loser, and still is. I needed this job, desperately needed. I was on every sort of assistance program I co...ld get on, but without a paycheck, I would have been screwed. But I wasn't trying to just get by, I wanted to be good, I wanted to bet better so that I could make more money. Luckily my friend's mom hooked me up with a job at a medical imaging place. It was a marketing job, basically taking brownies and goodies to local doctors offices to. However, starting a new chapter of my life and new career as an event planner has kept me very busy, too busy for dating.Yet despite these things, not to mention how happy I felt, my son seemed almost... jealous of my new look. It may have something to do with when I walked out of the house to find the SUV the boys had driven home from UCSB parked behind my car in the driveway which I was going out to retrieve the shopping bags of new clothes and heels I'd been out buying. I'd been wearing. I pushed her aside and sat near her legs. I spat saliva on her asshole and rubbed my cock on it. She didn’t utter a word. She was grasping the bedsheet and her eyes were fully closed.I pressed her boobs and she hissed and shook and wrapped her legs around my waist. She pulled me closer and I pushed my cock into her ass slowly. I saw her clutching the pillow hard and opening her mouth for bigger breaths.I fucked her passionately. This time, I came in her mouth which she shared with me. She. But with concealed lusty glances...i imagine you working as one. perhaps i'd meet you at your office with a delivery and a knowing half smile...which you return as you notice the urgent swelling in my crotch. you'd take me into the stationary cupboard to do a check of supplies. I'd press you against the wall, urgently undo your blouse and bury my nose in your cleavage, running a silvery train with my tongue from nipple to erect nipple. Then, ignoring your protests, a rough hand thrust between.