We had gone from the fun of the initial rush of sex to the a****l nature of two men fucking with the common goal of getting off.The room had a full le...gth mirror and he told me to go stand in front of it so he could watch himself fucking me. I did as was told bent over and felt the familiar girth of his cock slide into my ass again as I closed my eyes and let out a groan. The time for taking it slow was over and he had entered me in one quick thrust. I looked up into the mirror and was amazed. There is no time like the present, though. I didn't want Shirley to go off the deep end, and it looked like she was already on the diving board.I took a few deep breaths to settle myself down and to get my thoughts together."Shirley, do you know why I like you?"Shirley was about to answer, but then her forehead crinkled. There was a long pause, and she finally said in that tiny, unsure voice of hers, "No." Do you remember that day in the break room during the snow storm? It was just the two of. I kissed her then, deeply, letting my tongue invade her, my nose pressing to her hood. I lifted her silk-clad knees onto my shoulders and began to treat her as I had dreamed of treating her. I gave her my face. I used my tongue and my fingers to arouse and intrude. I licked her bum and was rewarded with a squeezing of her fingers in my hair. I pushed my tongue harder and was encouraged by a harder squeeze, like a rider’s knees on her horse as she instructs it to turn. I licked up to her. He knew she was married, but her husband traveled a lot for work, and he was gone so much that Beau only met him once. Mrs. Johnson seemed happy at first glance, but an observant person eventually noticed that her smiles never quite reached her eyes. She was lonely and felt neglected, but it took Beau half the summer to figure that out for himself. He rarely ever saw her when he mowed the grass, but it became something of a ritual that she would sunbathe, and chat with him while he cleaned the.