Justine rode me with intent, and now she was grinding her ass into my hips. She leaned back so the head of my cock was tapping her g-spot. She had a l...ok on her face like she was about to cum again. She clamped her eyes shut and gritted her teeth some. "That's it, just like that!! I'm going to cum again!!"I grabbed both her ass cheeks, pulling them apart to thrust deeper. My hands could barely hold on to her ass, it was just so big! I pulled her towards me, scooted down some so I could start. He had paid more attention to her shoes, though. That, he confessed, was a weakness of his. He knew just which pair she had worn every day for the last week and, of course, the pair she had been wearing on Wednesday. That had been a pair of white and tan court shoes with low heels, the tan leather stitched in contrasting white, the toes slightly rounded. He remembered them well. His job required him to have a good memory but he sometimes surprised himself with the level of detail he could. "It's really been a powerful couple of days, hasn't it?" You can say that again." Tell me best and worst." 'Best and worst' was shorthand they had developed for conversations about joint experiences, movies to vacations. It meant to tell the best and worst parts of the experience.He hesitated. "Its hard to think about best, because now I don't like any of it. I know worst though, Worst by a lot was Home Depot." Was it so bad?" It was awful. Everybody there could see the bra straps under my. I walked overto the coffee maker and she followed behind me. Feeling silly, I startedto put a little more swagger in my hips. The nylons were rubbing againsteach other and I was on fire.As I was filling the cups, Janet looked at me and asked, "Vicky, can Iask you a question and I want a straight answer. Are you gay, and haveyou ever been with a man dressed?" No," I replied firmly, "on both accounts."Janet put her cup down and came close. I said nothing. Janet took me bythe hand and walked me.