The Queen eagerly rolled onto her back, and devoid of undergarments, opened her legs completely revealing her moist, fur covered slit. With a groan, I...rolled off the still quivering form and positioned my battered erect cock at the Queen's intimate entrance. Unlike her Mother, the Queen was extremely tight with far more energy, forcing my battered organ slowly into her depths with forceful thrusts of her hips. It took the sum of my mental effort to keep my erection hard, ever fearful it would. "The woman grinned, pleased that she had guessed that he was not from Texas originally, "I get paid to be observant. I'm a reporter for the local newspaper. My name is Candy Wilson."Dan nodded and the woman continued, "You're in town for a job? What do you do?" My name is Dan Turner. I'm a consultant. Actually I'm a civil engineer and I consult for developers. I look for the best ways to use properties so that the developer can get the most use out of a site."The woman got that sparkle in her. Her eyes kept flitting up to meet his, and after an hour of mutual, nonverbal flirting, she heaved a resigned sigh and fixed him with an accusing glare. ‘It’s obvious that this was a bad idea,’ she whispered. ‘I can’t think straight when you are looking at me that way!’ ‘Me neither,’ Nick said with a grin. ‘Let’s get out of here.’ Jessica appeared to debate with herself for a few seconds before finally nodding agreement. They loaded their backpacks and she led the way out of the library. Nick. With enough persistence she did get the head in, but I didn’t get hard and her vagina pushed me out as soon as she stopped trying to force me in.“He’s not dead and didn’t pull away from me, so I’m sure he isn’t gay. Either he has had so much sex today that he hasn’t recovered or he has the best control over his body that I’ve ever found. I’m pretty sure he isn’t hard because he doesn’t want to get hard. As far as I’m concerned, he’s good. He didn’t even grab my breasts as I was trying to stuff.