” “Asking for what?” I said, pretending as if I had no idea what he was talking about. He put the glass down on the counter next to me and came ...loser. “I saw you in the window. I know your longing for a thick juicy cock.” His face was only inches away from mine and our eyes were locked. “Did you like what you saw?” I asked. Only breaking away from his eyes to look down at his delicious lips. “I loved watching you finger fuck yourself. And they way you tits bounced when you when faster. You. I didn't mind it. My fitness wasgetting up to a reasonable standard, though my strength was barelyincreased from the levels at which Andy, my trainer, had first measuredit, that of about a ten-year old child. I could row for about tenminutes now, covering two kilometres, and cycle for about half an hourat a comfortable pace. I'd come to appreciate cycling, as I had decidedthat I couldn't run any more. The purchase of a super-tight sports brahadn't been enough to make running comfortable. I. She was dateless but she did not need a date. It was a bitter cold snowy Chicago night. She turned down the heat a little -- to about 60 degrees -- both to increase the risk and to make her a little uncomfortable, which added to the excitement. She did start at 9PM rather than 10PM though, just in case. She locked herself in and started dreaming. She pictured one union leader looking at her pornographic portfolio and smiling at her humiliation, forwarding her photos to his membership. She. I guess it was a guy, because the next thing I felt was this gigantic cock at the entrance of my pussy. I spread my legs wider and in one hard thrust, he was inside me all the way. He took himself almost all the way out, and then slammed back into me with a force I couldn’t have even imagined before that. I screamed out “Yes!” so loud that Cal even looked over at me, but all he could see was my face, in orgasmic delight, and he figured it was because of the band. They had just started playing.