You pulled your mouth from mine, gasping for air, our eyes looking into each other's eyes, our hungry bodies humping harder, your back arching, thrust...ng your pussy against my pounding cock, our hips slamming against each other. We were fucking through our jeans, getting hotter, wilder our need growing when you suddenly pushed me away and dashed up to the cabin."Come get me!" you yelled, laughing at the front door."You're bad!" I yelled, running towards you while you opened the screen door and. Licking and rubbing it all over. GOD did she feel great!!! While she sucked the chocolate off my cock she reached both hands up my chest, dug her nails in ever so slightly and scratched all the way down to my grown!!!!Once she cleaned me all off, she got off of me, stood next to the bed, lifted 1 leg up, and rested her heal right on my chest. She started to rub her leg all over while it was on me. I was dying. I rubbed her leg up and down as well and told her to leave on her thigh highs. It seemed he was only concerned with his own primal needs and I was just a receptacle, a sheath for his throbbing erection. He drove up and down my tunnel, slapping against my ass, taking what he wanted. All I could do was press my hands against the wall mirror... and enjoy this unexpected, furious fuck."Yes, yes, fuck me… fuck me hard,” I yelled, not thinking or caring if anyone could hear me.Amazingly, he responded by fucking faster and harder. I brought one hand to my sensitive, hard nipples. Evidently, she enjoyed that part of her role.Tim was a 53 year old former independent contractor who had gone into the indenture business as a second career when he sold his construction company. This was less physically demanding, although Mr. Lansing was still as fit and strong as ever. He was a massive fellow, in fact, weighing probably 235 lbs. and standing 6 feet, 4 inches tall. He also had a gregarious nature, even if he showed some of his age with his gray hair."Well, if it isn't Roger.