A lovely sound to Carter as he licked his lips. She took a step closer and tangled her hands gently within his locks. She remembered him going wild ov...r this last night, but she wanted to see what reaction he would have now. And the animal returned. Carter's sapphire eyes darkened with lust as he felt her hands running through his hair. It was all it took in him not to fuck her intensely at that moment. But after a second, he found another outlet. He pushed his head into her pussy, his. ”“You expected too much too soon,” John said giving him a light pat on the shoulder. “Why don’t you join me next time I pray?”“I don’t know about that, John, it’s not cool to pray.”“Cool, that’s an interesting adjective, Donald. It used to be awesome, neat, and terrific along with many other styles.”“Maybe you could just kneel and listen to me?” John added.“I thought people prayed silently,” Donald said.“Not everyone. Many do, but I’ve been known to talk out loud just like I did at. Tomorrow was Saturday. I had no meetings arranged so I could focus on the interviews. All night I couldn't stop thinking of her. I even went as far as fantasizing about her. I began to stroke my cock as I wondering what she looked like under those clothes. If she had any more tattoos maybe one across her lower back, the tramp stamp. I envisioned her dark hair splayed across my bed with her thin pale legs tight up against her chest as my face is buried in the sweetest tasting pussy I have ever. Gravel spewed from my tires as I hit the road and mashed the gas. It seemed so hard to be able to sustain a relationship while we both pursued our careers. Conflicting schedules and demands pulled at us. Tom was always exhausted and I, well I was busy. Long wordy pleadings, lengthy messages to him, begging to be forgiven for my schedule, were coldly returned with a curt “K.” It was becoming more obvious with each day that my apologies were not enough. I was being punished for becoming.