As he backed up in the doorway apologizing like crazy shutting the door as quickly as he had opened it. I rinsed my mouth and wrapped myself in my tow...l and hurried to my bedroom as fast as I could. Once inside my bedroom I was filled with feelings of embarrassment and at the same time a feeling of eroticism somehow. I stood in front of my full length mirror looking at myself. At 23 I was 54 and weighed 112 pounds. My breasts were the smallest of any of the woman in my family with 34A cups but. I wondered what he thought of me, did he think I was pretty? I had considered myself attractive, straight hair down to my shoulders, cute face, brown eyes, full, red lips, a figure with all the curves in the right places including a quite slender waist, and great legs (or at least my last boyfriend told me so!) I'd never felt like such a schoolgirl! But, duty called, and back to the grindstone, shuffle those papers... The next day, I dressed a little dressier, perhaps a little sexier. I put. The gravel under my back was digging into tender skin, but I could hardly think of that when I was being fucked so thoroughly. A large, calloused hand grabbed me around the waist and suddenly my whole world was flipped as i was thrown onto my belly, my ass in the air before his probing cock came searching for my entrance again, poking and gliding against my ass and almost into the wrong entrance before he lined himself up with my pussy and slammed his hot, throbbing member into me, drawing. The head of my cock gently spreading her lips then out again. She moved with a gentle rhythm and as she did the sheet fell past one breast and she held the other side up with one hand. This was so hot, her worried about someone seeing but letting her breast escape in the moonlight. It was a soft glow in the darkness. As the minutes went by I could tell she was very aroused, Her nipples would become hard and I could see the silhouetted in the pale moonlight. This made me even hotter so I grabbed.