" Len laughed. "It made sure that I never got to sweet sixteen and never been kissed." Len went off to make coffee, and I made myself comfortable. As ...he was doing her bit in the kitchen I called out to her."I have thought of a routine for you." Her head came round the door."Have you?" She sounded doubtful."Yes. You just dance, but you don't have to strip. The wind will do that for you." Just a moment." She called back. "Wait until I finish the coffees." A minute later she came in with the two. "Let me see your cunt," I said, surprised by my own boldness. I could hear Jennifer panting behind me. Gina stood still, looking at me in shock. Then her hand reached down and she ran her thumb along the waist of her black pants. She reached the button and flipped it loose. She never took her eyes off mine, even as I stared at her crotch. Finally I got impatient. I pulled Gina toward Jennifer and me and pushed her down on the floor. I reached down and took hold of her pants by the waist and. He then mounted me, up high with his feet on the bed and my ass in the air. I felt the warm drop of his spit on my hole and his cock pushing in. He didn't slide it in, he shoved it in one hard stroke and his big, heavy balls slammed into mine. I gripped the sheets and bit into the mattress to stifle my screams. Then it started, the pounding, the unrelenting fucking. I groaned into the sheets and he plowed into my ass... Hard! His cock pounded into my hole in full nine inch strokes. There was. I particularly wanted to go back out to the airline client and look over the repair I had most recently made. I routinely did this type of follow-up call as a quality check of my own work and to make sure, as sometimes happens, nothing else wrong had shown up. You fix one thing and it causes a different weak component to fail, sometimes obvious, sometimes not. The clients liked it because they considered it a proactive approach to keeping their systems running and communicating properly. It was.