"And thank your mother too." I'll do that," he said, catching one last glance of her legs and then turning to go."Oh, Eric," she said in her patented ...an-you-do-me-a-quick-favor voice.He turned slowly back to her. "Yeah?" he asked, not bothering to completely mask his annoyance."I'm sorry," she said. "You do so much for me and I know I'm a bother sometimes, but the ceiling fan in the living room is making this ticking noise. You're good with your hands. Could you maybe take a look at it for. And what she whispers is this: “It’s just one night, hen.”The sun sets. The bedroom is dark and the night has come. I twist in the sheets, trying to make myself comfortable. My hair and body are wet. Was I in the bath? Or did I imagine it? The mirror is still above me but now the glass is frosted. The tingling warmth in my lower body is growing stronger. I kick back the damp sheets. I stroke my nipples: I circle each areola, gently pinch each teat. Then I can bear it no longer and I’m reaching. I see your love in them, your desire and your thoughts and pleasure. You turn around, on your knees, o all four as you spread your legs showing me your pussy and ass, teasing me as you pet your pussy looking at my hard throbbing dick. I come closer, spank your ass hard, over and over, your ass becoming red. I put my cock in your pussy, fucking you in doggy style. You scream with pleasure, as my hands grab your tits, and I kiss your back and neck. You tell me to fuck you harder and I do just. At this point I wrapped my legs around his waist, put my hands on his back and closed my eyes enjoying myself. Soon Michael was thrusting with all of his might. I don’t know if it was my lack of sex for the week, the size of his penis, the excitement of being with a very handsome man, or God knows what, but as Michael continued his thrusting I began to feel an orgasm slowly beginning to form within me. It’s very unusual for me to orgasm during a quickie as it takes the thrusting penis a much.