She was one of a hundred manual workers in the factory. It wasn’t exactly skilled work but it required coordination, concentration and, above all, l...mitless stamina.Aged 36, Francesca had already worked there for 15 long years. Today was the first time in as long as she could remember she’d been late. Everything had conspired against her. One of her two children was sick, she’d missed the early subway train, and the next train had been delayed. Then, running to the factory, the heel on her shoe. She fooled around with me a little by opening her mouth and making growling monster sounds with her head near my dick as if it were a mock BJ. We both thought it was funny, but I also thought it was fucking sexy. I was so hard, it almost hurt my boner. She also believed it was of great importance to point out her somewhat wet pussy, which looked very inviting. During the dance, I could even feel my tip slightly pushing it through my clothes. But the best part was her grinding her ass on my. He helped me take off the stockings and I lay there, my heart racing, as he pulled my panties to the side and started to suck and tongue my clit. I was going to give in to him. Even though both Cara and I use the rhythm method of birth control (the natural way) I didn't want him to penetrate me without a condom. I never found out if he had one because just as he stood up to take off his pants, Cara and Tim came into the room."Kim!" Cara called out. "We have to be back at the house for. I kept fucking her with long, slow thrusts, and then speeding up, to keep fucking her into submission. She was crying out as she had orgasm after orgasm. My sperm was finally filling her cunt, as I came and came. It was so much, and I wanted it so badly. I knew Emily could hear us. I knew she could. I hoped she could. We had dinner that evening, and it was pleasant. Erica was very happy. That was good to see. I believed I had pleased her, and that was important in any marriage. As we dined.