She told me she heard of my accident, and asked how I was feeling. I told her the healing was progressing, and she asked if I would like to come over ...or dinner or a drink. Determined not to give in to lust, I said I would be there in an hour. "Wonderful," she said, "I'll have something ready."I rang her doorbell, and she met me at the door dressed in a very tight and low-cut white sleeveless sweater, equally tight pink stretch pants, and a pair of white high heels. She gave me careful hug, and. His face looks really red and sweaty. I comment on that fact and he says he is working out in the wreck room. I say cool, and that I don't want to keep him, he hands me the money and I leave.He shuts the door and I go to walk home, when I see him through a crack in the curtains in his wreck room. He drops the robe and I see he is wearing only a black leather jock strap. My curiosity is in overdrive. I go to the window and peek inside. There bent over a table with his hands shackled to the other. You raise your hips with each stroke. Slowing the pace, I let go so I can slide out from behind you. I ensure you are comfortable and have a full glass before I settle in your lap. I lean in to kiss you, and my needy tongue explores your mouth pressing hard into you. My hands are on your shoulders to steady myself. I grind my wet pussy against your hardness. My breasts rub against your firm chest, making my nipples harden. Without breaking the kiss, I slide your cock inside of me. You moan into. .but I kept up my kneading of her fast soaking panties until my fingers finally found their way inside until I was rubbing the fuck out of her bare lips.My vision was beginning to blur.A single finger breached Tina’s pussy and I struggled to work it in deeper as I heard a weird shrill cry come from my nemesis.She released me and I almost vomited as life giving air rushed into my lungs. I looked over to find Tina laying on the carpet breathing heavily. She had one hand between her legs and I.