He was in the mood to do some face fucking, which is okay by me as long as it is not too aggressive, which he was. He also showed a lot of interest i... my ass. I love ass-play, but not getting fucked which seemed to be on his mind. When I showed no interest in that, he excused himself to go piss, and that was that. (That is a horrible break-off line, by the way. If you aren’t getting what you what, just say you want to cruise some more.)I wandered back over to the other side of the island. However I simply wasn't in the mood and every time you try you don’t succeed in luring me into our ?fights? you love so much – especially when you have to surrender. After the next mild quarrel you walk away disappointed, mumbling and grumbling to yourself. You grab your hooded sweatshirt, pull it over your head only to notice you put it on backwards! That now, is an opportunity to good to pass!! Quickly I grab the hood, pull it over your head and with a fast tug on the drawstring I secure. However, either way, what she was doing to me, felt incredibly awesome, but I should have known better. I’ve been here. I’d done this with Greta. But doing it with my potential boss…well this was an entirely knew adventure for me altogether. My pants were unbuttoned and they were falling off me. “Just let them drop sweetheart,” she said in a sweet, succulent like tone of voice. “Here, scoot over to the bed. I’ll get them off for you. That’s it…now here, let’s sit down, and I’ll take them off. He came in my pussy, adding his sweet hot jism to my flooded pussy. Tom had been watching and stroking his cock. He was hard again and ready to put his cock back into that pussy that he had been missing. The guys traded places and I enjoyed Peter’s cock in my mouth while Tom set the pace, leisurely stroking his cock in and out of my cum drenched pussy. He didn’t mind sloppy seconds at all, so wet, so hot, so full of cum. The ten minute warning bell rang. Tom picked up the pace, now.