Paula clawed at my back and wrapped her legs around my backside, as if she was trying to force me even deeper inside of her. I had every inch buried, ...nd I gasped as my own orgasm started to build. Face to face on top of her, I felt spurt after spurt of cum erupt into the condom. I collapsed on top of her breathless. We trembled and held each other close until John's soft voice woke us from our reverie. I pulled out and slipped the condom off. I assumed John's position by Paula's head and she. George used to do that to her. She had missed it.“I would like to ask you out for a date if that’s allowed?”“Allowed?”“If you would like, I mean.”“Hmm. Where would we go?”“How does jazz sound? We could go watch Ben play. You said he was good, and I love jazz. Especially Oscar Peterson. Night Train. My favourite album. He’s Canadian, right?”Nancy felt like she was floating out of body. George had adored Oscar Peterson. She found herself nodding. “Okay. Ben said he plays there this weekend.”He. He got our water bottles, handed me mine. "Cheers," he said.We laughed, panted, and drank together.The shower afterwards was amazing as well. I was soaped up, scrubbed gently and rinsed down. And just when I thought things were wrapping up, he slipped behind me, his cock hard again. He slowly rocked back and forth as I squeezed my legs together to encourage contact with my pussy. I arched my ass up, pivoting my pelvis and slid inside me, smooth as ever.As the momentum was building up, he. "Camera one, you are live. Follow the crane and pull back to have the roof in full frame." Another switch thrown. "Camera two, directly across from you is camera three. Zoom in on the operator." Suddenly, two monitors were filled with the image of the cameraman on three. He was holding a small 35mm camera to his eye. It was not pointing at the construction. I realized red record lights were on all the cameras. Rhonda threw a switch. "Roamer, continue your pan left until you are pointing in the.