This dusty old dust is a-gettin' my home,And I got to be driftin' along.A dust storm hit, an' it hit like thunder;It dusted us over, an' it covered us...under;Blocked out the traffic an' blocked out the sun,Straight for home all the people did run,Singin':CHORUSWe talked of the end of the world, and thenWe'd sing a song an' then sing it again.We'd sit for an hour an' not say a word,And then these words would be heard:CHORUSSweethearts sat in the dark and sparked,They hugged and kissed in that. ? I could feel her juices beginning to squeeze over my pee-pee and her cunny was starting to make sucking motions as she knowingly drove her hips backwards and forwards. Now was the time to give dear Henrie the surprise of her life. I parted my thighs a fraction and her clitty rode deeper down into my crotch as it rubbed along the top of my stiffening pee-pee. Henrie groaned with delight. ?Oowoohh, Beverly. That?s lovely. You?ve got the stiffest clitty I?ve. I am a true Nymphomaniac.I want to tell you about something that has been going on for a while now. I have been working for this company for a little over two years. I dress pretty conservatively at work, and it is a small company with just myself the receptionist and my boss. Our company negotiates hard contracts for other companies. We are hired to meet with difficult clients and smooth things over with them so they will sign the contract presented to them. It can be a little boring at. He appeared to be a bit shy, even a bit nervous. When I mentioned it to him, he told me that his father told him the I was a bit out of his league, too sophisticated for him. His father was wrong. Though I was brought up in an affluent family, and dressed that way, there was always a tigress trying to get out. I had spent most of my adult life with boring, wealthy older men who didn't like fun. They were all about image, and in some cases, I was their trophy girlfriend. Now I had this younger.