Thugs were the same in all the times I had visited, so far.My office door opened. It was not much of an office to tell you the truth. A plain wooden d...sk, and a swivel chair were the only things even partially comfortable. A filing cabinet that was old had the three drawers, and a tendency to stick when I tried to open them. Still, I had a lot of corn and vegetables already purchased, and some was even stored."Are you Mr. Wilson?" asked the first guy. I was using an assumed name."Yes, I am.. 'UH! UH! UH! UH!. My pace increased. I was ruthless, slamming into her, our bodies slapping together. "UH! UH! UH! UH!... OHGOD!...OHGOD!...OHGOD!" Danielle's eyes flew open and she looked at me briefly with a stunned expression. With the next thrust, her eyes closed again. OHGOD!...OHGOD!...OHGOD!.. .OHGOD!.......ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh". Her legs were spread wide, the skirt wrinkled under her ass. Her face was shiny with sweat and her hair was sticking to her shoulders. Her hands stretched to her. "Sweetie, what's up?" she drawled in sweet and remarkable contrast to her sometimes sour tone."Michelle, when you got drunk those times and hit on me, was that just the sauce, or were you honestly interested in something physical?" Vicki was blunter than usual and rather nervous, since she was about to solicit sex from her girlfriend."In vino veritas, dear. Of course, I have the hots for you! If you've come around to the side of womanly love, I would be happy to initiate you. Mind you, it. Which I guess I was right now—all biology and need. He leaned back into the couch. ‘Keep it up,’ he said. After a while I stopped looking at him, just enjoying the sensations, cock in my head and down my throat, hand at my cunt. I blew him for I don’t know how long, kneeling before him, frigging myself with my free hand. Best date ever. So wonderful. We’d never fight again. Ever. Then his palm pressed against my forehead. With a shluup he pushed me off his cock. I whimpered a little. I wanted.