It was Jill. I could hear her crying over a frayed cell phone connection so poor that I could hardly make out her words, but I was pulling on my boots...nonetheless as we spoke so upset was her voice. ‘Where are you’ I asked as I was donning my coat, assuming that I was going to have to drive and pick her up, somewhere, for some reason. ‘In my car’ I managed to make out, ‘sitting in front of my house.’ ‘You’re in front of your house’ I repeated, my coat on by just a sleeve, because now I did not. I knew what was coming. He slid himself back into me, causing me to gasp again. He then gripped my hips tightly and then started to fuck me hard and fast, plunging that hot, thick shaft into my soaking wet pussy as fast as he could go. I did my best to muffle my moans and screams. Fuck…that cock is huge! I just realized my toes were curled up in my shoes as I was typing this. Just the thought of him fucking me makes me wet…and dizzy. The only sound that you could hear in the stairwell were his. “Can I get you anything to drink, sir?” Jim said with a twinkling exaggerated formality.“A double scotch on the rocks?” George asked innocently.Jim glared at him.“A Coca-Cola?” George said, trying to keep a straight face with limited success.Jim glared at him some more.“A Pepsi?” George relented.Jim didn’t bother writing it down. “And for you, madam?” he asked Jill.“A Pepsi is fine...” she said haltingly.With that, Jim left to go fill the drink orders.“You should report that kind of rudeness,”. She was facing away from me, but I could see her reflection in the mirror. She had pretty big breasts and an hourglass figure. As she patted the powder on her form her hips swayed back and forth as if she was keeping a beat. This was the coolest thing I had ever seen. I looked down and saw my dick was hard as a rock. THIS hadn’t happened for a while. Back to her.She finished applying the powder and turned around. My heart stopped. What if she saw me? I ducked behind the shrub and.