“Easier to clean up in a hurry,” she explained. She bent over the sink and spread her legs, looking over her shoulder at me invitingly as she wigg...ed her ass at me a little. “Save the slow and gentle for the weekend,” she told me. “For now, pound me like you’re on the clock.”“Yes, Ma’am,” I said with a smile and rubbed my dick up and down her pussy. I’d struggled out of my pants in the hall so we were both naked. I felt my cock sink into her entrance a fraction of an inch and I pushed into her. She was happy, a little overwhelmed at home, and at that time I checked on the net post.After about an hour she said we were going to the store.We went to the mall, Mrs. Lucyna done shopping, also bought flowers and a bottle of wine for you Kate.Then we went to Mrs. Kate. It was a very pretty woman about 38y.o., with beautiful breasts and shapely legs. As it turned out she was lonely. She offered something to drink, Mrs. Lucy with Ms. Kate began to talk, and I was sitting on the other side. The third time she called me. I was driving home at the time, which was good. I usually leave the phone on vibrate, but if it had rung at home I would have either had to ignore it somehow or decide I wasn’t going to get it because it was a “salesman or something”. That excuse had worked on my wife pretty well.“Steve, I’ve got something to tell you.” Teresa told me.And I knew. Before she said the next words, I knew. My spine turned to ice, and my heart started pounding my chest so hard I thought. The encounter had just turned very dangerous and very deadly. They twisted and contorted, acted and reacted, each trying to get the other to make just the tiniest mistake, for their very existence depended upon it.His cock was buried deep in her body. He knew that he could not withdraw as that would be giving her the advantage, he knew that he could not cum as that would lessen him. She knew that she could not release him as that would be giving him the advantage, She knew that she could not.