I could feel every inch of his cock as it drove past my hole and deep into my ass. It was the most incredible feeling I’d ever had. When I my ass fi...ally came to rest around the base of his cock he looked at me and asked, “like it?”, I replied with a smile and my eyes closed, “MMMmmmm-HHMMmmmmmm”. He began to slowly move his cock out & then beck deep inside. I could feel his cock each time it throbbed. Together we began to softly moan with pleasure. I sat upright to assist him in driving his. He was thin, gangly, and had an unfortunate case of acne that rendered him all but invisible to girls. On the second count, he absolutely detested sports. "Ludo Suctus" was his motto (the latin "Ludo" for "Sport", and of course "Suctus" for "sucks beyond all reason").Unfortunately the Massachusetts Institute of Technology disagreed with his sentiment. They wanted "well-rounded" applicants, he was determined to get in, and that meant adding something sporty to his resume. After a brief but. I came up with nothing.So, I worked my shifts, I called home each evening to touch base with my kids, chat with Annie. I listened, I tried to hear, any change in tenor, in vocabulary, in cadence, that would clue me in to the changes I had seen with my own eyes. Nothing. Nothing.I came home, and found Annie at work, the kids at school. I was beat, but with my mind awhirl, I knew that sleep would elude me. I dragged my laptop downstairs, and jacked into the hard drive. I downloaded the recordings. Peter is a fucking prick, and Beth, being the lightweight she is, would have rolled over -- but I don't play that shit and I let him know it!Seven-thirty came and Jack came in, right on schedule, holding a small bag. I went and chased down Peter and said, "Beth and I are clocking out -- and you're gonna want to see this, since you were on the rag about our collars!"So he follows me back to Customer Service, ranting and raving about how we'd better not do anything that will reflect on the store,.