I loved the way she looked. I loved the way she walked. I made a further assessment. They looked to be late 30’s. She had black hair, cut close to...her head. She had beautiful eyes and large breasts. She was wearing a short black skirt with no panty lines and a cute blouse that had lacy stuff down the front. My cock got hard just looking at her. I was immediately jealous of this guy. But he was here with her when I would have been home fucking her crazy. I continued to leer at her. I lost. Now, in the shower, I wanted my mouth to be filled with the wonderful white stuff. I wanted the shower to be covering me in cum, not water. Without really realizing, I started screaming in pleasure in the shower. Anna might be able to hear me, but for the first time I didn’t care. I was too horny. I needed to get off too badly. My orgasm was so intense that it’s all I remember from the evening. It wasn’t until I woke up that I realized what was different about my crotch. In a panic, I threw my. Walking in the door with his usual quiet grace, the single, divorced father stopped by the fridge, snagging a cold beer, and moved onto the family room, settling down on his worn recliner and turning on the television with the sound down low. After a few minutes, a strange sound reached his ears. George frowned, unsure of what it could be. His daughter, Judy, was at school so the house should have been empty aside from himself. Lifting the remote, he turned off the television and strained his. ” Maritza sniffled, and smiled gratefully. “Where, how should I?” “Stay right there,” I said, gingerly navigating the vehicle equipment and moving her chair back and leaning it backwards. Soon she was reclined all the way back and the seat was all the way down. “Spread your legs, and put one of them right there on the car handle. The other one, put your foot on my seat.” Maritza did as I told her, and I shimmied out of my pants, and released my cock, which was now harder than a steel rod. “I….