" With the next crack of lightning, I plunged my shaft into you…your scream lost in the thunder. “Ohhhhhh GODDDDDD yes..oh fuck me…yessssssssss....” We were so hot, your legs around me, heels pulling me into you, thrusting deep, my hands on your hips, pulling you tightly to me as I plunged against, and again…your wet juices making my cock shine with your wetness. I watched it slide in and out, back and forth…your moans, my moans, lost in the storm. The rain water running off both of us, You. The smell of coffee rushes in just as Mrs Lovely moves away from me. My heart stops in my distressed shock. She simply walks away and heads for the queue at the coffee counter. She does not even know that I have been making love to her beautiful bottom as we shared the lift. She walks away as if I were not here.I feel rejected and dejected, disappointed, confused as she disappears through the crowded restaurant, refusing to even thrill me with a backward glance. The lift door closes; I. But it wasn’t all that funny then and when I think about it, it still isn’t. All the inactivity is getting to him big-time. Oh, he’s learning fast, faster than fast, my God he’s reading at a reasonably adult level already, his English is unbelievable, and he absorbs almost everything like a sponge. And he’s working harder than I’ve ever seen anybody work in that garden, it’s huge—I had to stop him before he made it even bigger so it wouldn’t eat up his time too much—and he keeps it weed-free;. Although her eyes were closed shut, she could feel the intent gazes of her captive audience and she could literally sense the collective surge of arousal emanating from them, which only turned her on even more. She moaned heartily before she eagerly slipped his fat, thick cock down her throat again and unconsciously thrust her hips upward as he rode her face.“Yes, so fucking good,” Damien whispered as his thrusts became more insistent and greedy. “You take my cock so good. I want you lying down.