The urge to move in and out faster is overwhelming, but I want to make this last so I deliberately refrain from pumping her fastWe had hardly said a w...rd to each other, but now words came tumbling out. "Fuck me harder" "Play with your tits" "Rub my clit" were breathlessly uttered by us both as I continued to push myself as deep into her as I can, pulling her onto my cock, hands gripping her thighs, her ass.Her breathing gets faster, her eyes wider as she felt her orgasm building slowly but. " I'll just bet, now just hurry up and get on top of me before I change my mind." No, no way, on our sides, okay?" Well, if that's how you prefer." Beside you, yeah, it's what I want. I want to be able to hold you."Karen rolled onto her side in front of me and now had to lift one of her legs so that I could slide my hand in between them, which revealed to me the folds of skin that made up her pussy, so after greasing her up well I intentionally aimed my cock differently than I had started out. And I am a woman. I am a woman in a man’s industry, and what made matters worse was that I am what men would call a solid 8+, in their subjective rating scale, sometimes even a 9, if I wore the right outfit, and my hair was just so. My appearance made it difficult for men to take me seriously in a business-sense, and more than once I only achieved my business objectives by letting my counterpart get a flash of cleavage, as opposed to sound business decisions. At first I was incensed, but I. Sam entered and introduced himself. He was about six feet tall and about one-hundred-eighty pounds. He had light brown/red hair color that appeared to come from a bottle.We sat waiting for Betty to join us. We passed the time with general comments about the weather, how long both couples had been married, what brought us to Atlanta to live and stuff like that. I handled or deflected all of Sam's questions. Janice just sat occasionally taking my hand and smiling and nodding at something I.