As the finally parted he looked down and smiled, “she’s already wet.” Joyce looked down between her legs; she laughed “greedy bitch wants cock...as you can plainly see.” She handed him a cold beer, picked up her and Al’s drinks the three went into the den to sit.John stripped off everything but his underwear she and him sat on the sofa while Al sat across just watching them. Joyce was in no hurry as they had all night but after another drink, she realized the bulge in his underpants was looking. Having a thick, official looking file to point to from time to time, regardless of what was in it, was straight out of Management for Assholes.“What did I say?” He said after giving the meanest stare he could manage.“To me? Nothing. You did hang up on me, once though,” Taylor said.He knew Dorset was talking to Whitaker, but Taylor had already decided he wasn’t going to back down. He didn’t like bullies, and incompetent ones even less so.Dorset ignored him and looked at Whitaker, “Loretta? Was I. ”“Take me again, and don’t hold back,” I said, staring him in the eyes.“Right now?”“I know you’ve got another round in you. You always do.” He smiled and shook his head.“I think I’m in love,” he smiled.“Good booty will do that,” I laughed. He pulled his massive shaft out of me and I felt some of his sperm drop out in the process.“Flip over,” he instructed. I did. He gripped my hips with both hands and lifted me into a doggy-style position, then lined himself back up and entered me again. With. The ‘helmet’ on his head that was normally smooth, also showed signs of pillow damage as he had obviously not yet showered that morning.I was very impressed by the outside of the house, which was neat and very well cared for. The magnificent garden was a legacy of his mother’s endeavours, and he apparently promised his mother that he would maintain her garden. Subsequently, a garden service called every Tuesday to adhere to her wishes.Inside the home, all appeared to be tidy and tasteful, again.