I had loosened up and he now slid in and out deep, fast and easy, pumping my ass faster and harder.“Yes, yes, unnngggg. Fuck me. I want to feel ever... inch of your cock,” I yelled.“Geez, why couldn’t you have been like this before when I was sucking your cock?” he asked as he picked up the pace and slammed harder into my ass.I could feel the swollen head of his fat cock bump and scrape across my prostate making me want to explode with every stroke. Every stroke just heightened my need for his. I sat with her at the table and she said, "Scott left, but he said he had a really good time last night."I said, "Oh yeah? Did you have fun?"Me already knowing the answer, she said, "Yes, I had a lot of fun. I want to make him a regular. Would that be fine with you?"I answered, "Yes that is fine. I think all of us would have a good time together!"She continued contact with Scott. She would spend every other Friday and Saturday with Scott. On Sundays, she would always spend with me. However, we. Guiding me closer to the sink, she deftly lifted my right leg and wrapped it around her waist, her fingers still in me. Finally, at long last, she pulled them out and I mistakenly thought that it was over. Boy, was I wrong? Licking both fingers and sucking them, she winked at me as I stared in awe. “God, you’re so sweet. I want to taste more of you. Now.” Without her needing to give me any further instruction, I hoisted myself onto the cold sink, and the sensation gave me chills all through my. When the dinner went out, I thought little about the event. To me it was just another chance to help my employer and get to cook, something which helped me forget my troubles. With no contact with Tameka in months, I was growing increasingly depressed and lonely. Some of the ladies from the shows would run into me backstage, but I did not find them all that interesting. Most were old and jaded, and the memory of Tameka's enthusiasm and love kept me from opening up to them. I had even found.