"Don’t hold back." I told him, grunting as I ground myself against him, my cunt already filled with my girl juices, half mad with desire. "Just fuck...me."In my lust, I’d already forgotten about condoms. Later, I would beat myself up over my stupidity, but at that moment, I didn’t care. Thankfully, he was hadn’t, pulling one from his wallet as I struggled briefly with his zipper, freeing his swollen cock, swearing in frustration as he put it on with trembling hands. I confess, I wasn’t making it. I held it inside so it wouldn’t pop out as she repositioned herself on top of me in 69. She took my cock in her mouth and began the long slow grind like she always did of building up till she could throat me. All at once, she stopped and murmured, “This is crazy, I feel awkward and I can’t believe we are doing this.” I muttered something like, “we are fine” and just got back to working on her perfect dark hole.This went on for about 30 seconds and she said, “I am not sure what I’m supposed to. Due to the peculiarity of their nighttime relationship, they had never talked about their material circumstances.Tonight, Irmgard told him that Robert's life insurance and other inheritances had made her financially independent. Irmgard laughed. ‘I would be quite a catch as a marriage prospect.’She followed it up by categorically declaring that she had no need or desire for a husband. She would not bind herself into a marriage that was likely to restrict her freedom and leave her bound and. They'd had to find overflow offices about eight yearsago and this was where they'd gone for. I went in and made my way to theplanning office reception then flashed my ID and said, "Hi, I'm lookingfor Ben."The receptionist was a little guarded. "Ben Watts?"I hedged a guess. "That's him. Is he in today?"She clearly thought about confidentiality issues then I saw the mentalshrug I'd grown to recognise and she picked up the phone, diallingthrough."Hello Ben?" she said. "There's a reporter here to.