His eyes were hardly the only part of his face glistening when I lifted myself back up. By then he was standing well back at attention. I slid off his...bottoms, peeled off my shirt, then nestled back down for a long slow ride. That whole summer was one long slow ride. The horny little bastard would jump me at the breakfast table if he had half a chance. And if he did, I'd let him. Mostly he didn't, simply because I found it impossible to wake up before lunch. My bed was very warm every night,. His biggest problem is that he is stuck on himself; his hair was always perfect, expensive suits and silk ties. Only the best for Dan Forsman, she thought. Still, that's part of his charm, she mused. She knew that she could never see herself falling for someone like him but he was irresistible nonetheless.Dan Forsman had just turned 44 years old and was recently divorced. He was a partner in a prestigious law firm in San Francisco, as well as a professor of law. He stood 6 feet 26' 2" with. “Oh, Ohh, OHHH!” she yelled. I shoved my finger in all the way now and she suddenly came again and slammed herself down on me. Her juices again came streaming down my cock as she started shaking again and moaning in my ear. I pulled my finger out and now just massaged both ass cheeks with both of my hands. She just kept moaning softly in my ear. After another minute or so, she looked up into my face and said, “Oh God, Brian. That was sooo good!” She pressed her lips into mine and kissed me. He said, "That was dumb. Hope you don't do it again."It made me stop and think. I never committed crimes again.I guess I'd better tell you a little about myself. I was born in a Midwestern town. I was an only child. After WWII it was very prosperous, but as the years passed the town suffered a drop in prosperity.My Mom and Dad were in the lower middle class income bracket at the start of the decline. When the factory my Dad worked in closed, so did his employment opportunities. We lived on his.