These days, I'd almost rather fuck a fat chick's belly button than "take my time" with an inexperienced girl. I convinced her to come with the line, "...on't worry, I'm not expecting anything to happen." She ate it up. After getting her parents' permission, she agreed to go.When I picked her up that Saturday afternoon, she was wearing a puffy, unattractive pink dress down to her ankles. With her hair, makeup, and nails all done up, she looked like an oversized Barbie doll. Her dad and milfy mom. By the time he had looked at the final tape, just before she went into the coma, the correlation was so strong that even a non technical person could have interpreted what was going on. The hair on the back of his neck stiffened. He had stumbled upon something that reeked of big time spying. The only question that remained was for which side was Magda Neta working? Back at FBI headquarters things were almost back to normal except for the final resolution of the matter involving the agent. Eventually the wind started to really whip up and as the staff began scrambling to batten down the more launchable patio furniture we took it as our cue to move inside. The lounge was so full with people coming in from the patio though, that we decided to just finish our beers and just head back to our place. Waiting for the elevator Chelsea firmly declared to me, “When we get home I want sex.” By the time we got to the street the rain had not only started, it was pouring down. We decide to. Her arse, pussy and mouth had each received at least one load and she hadn't cleaned up at all yet. Her lower region was covered with cum and despite working the load I'd shot all over her face into her mouth with her fingers her face still glistened from the earlier facial she had happily received. It was a huge load that had shot onto her pretty face and naturally some had ran down her chin and onto her pert little tits but after so much intense fucking it had long since disappeared. It had.