Jim felt like he was being weighed and measured down to his shoe size."You aren't a player," Mr. Baker said confidently. "What are you doing here?"Jim...reached out with his mind and could feel this intimidating man. He felt Jorge's energy join his with a jolt and suddenly the images in Mr. Bakers mind were clear."Thank you Jorge'," Jim thought."De Nada," Jorge' thought back.Aloud Jim said, "If you are referring to me being a player as in someone that normally plays cards in out of the way places. He really wasn’t a boy at all! He stood about 6’3 in a tank shirt covered in sweat obvious that he had been working all morning, his dark brunette with slight streaks of blonde hair peered through. And he was certainly no boy. no older than 22. Besides his white skin he was actually a light color of red, sun kissed from apparently working on plantations all day. Even though he wasn’t a boy I had to let my spicy proud attitude get the best of me. “If no one answered the first 20 times you banged. .."OHH... OHHH... ohh...ohh..." My anus flames with pure pleasure atreceiving this wonderful battering. My lovers eyes close as he pumps inand out of me, lifting us both further up off the bed with each stroke.My breasts bounce as I absorb the shock of each grunting push between mybuttocks; I don't know what to do with my hands - I don't know what todo at all except moan helplessly in delight at what is being done to me.He ploughs into me faster and faster and I find myself growing. They are good. My husband is good. But I’m not having fun in life. I go to work, I see people die. I work with the geriatrics ... I see them, no time left for them, and they get older and weaker and die ... And then the Covid-19 happens, and more die, and we have less fun in life ... And I just want to enjoy my time!”In close-up now, as she turns her mind to what she would enjoy... “I have always like the dogsex. I watch many videos. Sometimes at work, we watch UK of Zoo on break-time ... Or we.