Much to her own surprise, the feeling made Hannah determined to do better. She slowly took more of his dick into her mouth, until she felt the head po...ing her throat. Then she moved her hands to his balls and began massaging them. Hannah hoped she was doing a good job, but Robert suddenly sighed and stood up, pushing her back. "I'm never going to get off if you're so pathetic at this", he said and Hannah felt tears forming in her eyes. "Just open your mouth and put your hands on the back of. Then she opened her legs as wide as she could and positioned my prick at the outer lips of her cunt with her hand and said, "I want you to fuck me just like you did the pillows. I am your fucking whore. I will be your fuck pillow." I inserted my prick into her pussy slowly. It was a tight fit because of the sexual inactivity on her part for the past 7 years. Her pussy was boiling and felt like honey and I could feel the walls of her pussy contracting and actually squeezing my cock. She. It should be. I was going to say, you should offer to eat a strawberry out of her cooch, but then I remembered, not EVERYONE there, has a Butt-Blaster. Surely, there has to be a garden-hose, around town, SOMEWHERE, you could clean her up, with. Eating fruit, out of your coworker's cooch, seems like a necessary chapter, in the book, "Confessions of a Scumbag", that you must write, before you die. You should also make her lick whipped-cream off your cock, and eat a g**** out of your bung-hole.. . What happened to the little blonde, Trav?"My first reaction was to think "What little blonde?" but then it came to me that Toby must have seen me with Carla Wells in Minnesota.But, fuck him. I didn't owe Toby Marr any explanations about anything. So I ignored the bastard.I guess to Juniper, my silence was intriguing. Once more, she went for the bait."What little blonde?" she asked. Her tone wasn't accusatory. She just genuinely, innocently, wanted to know what in blazes Toby was talking.