I hear your high-pitched "Oh oh oh oh..." with each short fast stroke and your lower and longer "Ahhhhhh's" on the longer slower ones, and I know you'...e enjoying this as much as I am. My low-pitched "Uhhh's" and "Ohhh's" are providing a counter-rhythm to your moans and squeals as we share this intimate and previously forbidden delight. I can feel your muscles grabbing and squeezing at me as I thrust in and out, mixing up the speed and length of my strokes.....I can feel myself rising quickly. I did not know what to do. ‘Take your shirt and bra off Anna. Don’t be slow. This is not a strip tease. I will get you to do that for me another time. Right now, I just need to see you naked.’ Mechanically, standing in front of him, my mind glazed over with a fog, I unbuttoned my white silk bowse at the front. I pulled it free from the waistband of my skirt and slid it down my arms behind me. I let it drop to the floor. Then, I raised my arms behind me and unhooked the clasp of my bra. My. I decided to stop beating around the bush. “So, about yesterday.”“Did you like it? I sure did.” She said. That was not the answer I was expecting. Where was she trying to lead me to?“Yeah. It was fun. Was that your first time?” My cock got hard just remembering what had happened the day before.“Yes. But now I could go for a second one.” “What?!” I gasped in disbelief. “Oh, you heard me right. Why did you think I wanted so bad to get on this bucket, dummy?” She pulled the strip of swimsuit. There were so many people in the building that most of them were standing. I suppose since life was good for us, I had forgotten that there were a huge number of people with no jobs and no prospects for jobs.Everywhere I looked in that sea of faces, White, Black, Hispanic, or otherwise, I saw the same depressed and discouraged look. That look of utter hopelessness above anything else would tell most sane people that we are all more alike than we are different.For me Thanksgiving was just.