I guess you do like my singing." I adore it."The dressing room was cluttered with odds and ends and not at all clean-looking. A photograph of Helen Mo...gan hung at an angle at the top of one of the dressing table mirrors."You must have money," Libby said as she sat before the mirror repainting her lips."Money?" Yes, you must be rich. The champagne in this place is twenty- five dollars a bottle. Is that your husband out there? He's not a gangster, is he?" He's an attorney."Libby laughed. "Maybe. "Too much ... slow please" she gasped as I bounced my cock back and forth into her canal, achieving greater depth until just over half my cock was inside her. I had reached her cervix with about four inches of cock still outside her pussy.I fucked her steadily for the next few minutes, enjoying the feel of her pussy gripping my shaft.My hands slid up to grab at her small tits and their hard little black nipples. I pulled on them, and twisted them when I realised that her arousal level could be. Before she could react I turnd her around and bent her over the office desk. I grabbed her panties with one hand and yanked on them, ripping them to shreds as I pulled them from her body. I knew it must have hurt, but before she could do anything but moan, I pushed a couple fingers into her to see if she was wet. She was dripping wet!After rubbing her clit raw I put my fingers into her mouth and mounted her from behind. She sucked on them trying to taste every bit of her that she could while I. I wasn’t sure if I loved her. After reaching home I saw through my window and I saw her looking through her window right at me. She smiled and I and I smiled back. That day night I did not prepare dinner, I thought of going out, when I got downstairs I thought of inviting her also and went to her home. She opened the door and invited me in and said that she had already prepared Dinner and asked me if I would mind sharing. It was okay with me. She had prepared some Roti and Potato Curry, it was.