John, Mack’s hitting it. C’mon Mack, keep hitting it. John, Mack’s cock feels so damn good right now. He is fucking my pussy so good. He is so d...ep. Mack, a little faster, let your balls slap against me. Oh, god, I am creaming on his cock, John. I want to cream on yours, too. Mack, can I cream on John’s cock? I need your permission, baby. Got to have it to cream on John’s cock. You want me to cream on it don’t you? You want John to know what your wife feels like when she is creaming on your. " I don't believe it," she replied, and then there was a long pause. Finally she said, a bit huskily, "What do you think about when you stroke your cock?" Are you in the office?" I asked. "This isn't exactly the kind of conversation you want other folks to hear!" No, I'm at home. Work was slow and they let me leave about an hour after you left." Well, that was all right. I had had horrific visions for a moment of our boss walking in and hearing Jill's end of the conversation."I think about the. I think it was twitching because we were talking about sex. I think his penis was getting hard. Which my mind had a quick thought….he wants me. He wants to have sex with me. I felt so energetic and happy when this thought crossed my mind. I didn’t want him in a romance kind of way. I just like that he wanted me. So I kept my eyes locked on the outline of his growing member. Then out of nowhere “Shit” He screamed and hit the breaks and he reached out to protect me from going forward and he. As the owner zipped up his pants he said `Thanks ...and it looks like you'reup soon'I walked over to the small table and mirror in the corner and quickly fixedmy lipstick and wiped off a small drop of cum that had somehow landed on mychin. There was a water pitcher and glass on the table but I passed on that,I liked going out with the strong taste of cum in my mouth and the slicknessin my throat didn't hurt my singing.Picking up my old black Strat, I slipped inside the strap, slipped my.