There was some heavy flirting going on, and the conversation couldn’t help itself. It started off loaded with innuendo and quickly became soft-core ...ornographic.Angela said, “Stephen, Emily tells me that your neighbors are upset with the filthy things that you make her say during your love making. Or should I say scream at the top of her lungs?”Stephen: “Shit, I don’t make her say those things, she just can’t help herself.”Angela: “Is it really the things she’s saying, or just that she’s. The dark skinned man behind the wheel was turned sideways, his back against the door. His eyes were closed and a blissful smile was on his face. MaryAnn knew why. The hint of brown hair she could glimpse through the window gave it all away.She wrenched open the passenger's side door and stared. She rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh of resignation. The driver's eyes opened."Hello, Missy MaryAnn," he said in a strongly accented voice."Hi Achmed. How are you?" MaryAnn propped herself against the. " So I finally agreed. The nurse ran some preliminary procedures and told me to disrobe, put on a thin backless robe and the doctor would see me shortly. I sat there with my bare ass on the table in awkward silence as my wife and I stared at each other. She finally laughed at me and rolled her eyes proclaiming, "You'll live". Just then a doctor with dark hair pulled back in a pony tail, standing about 5'9, with a thicker frame walked in. She introduced herself, and asked me some questions about. You felt his grip on your hips tighten lightly as his eyes began to flicker with control."Faster." he said as you laughed to yourself and placed your head next to his."Whatever you say duckbutt." you said grabbing your head board and began pounding onto him.He groaned deeply as you rode him fast and hard and his head tilted to the side in pure pleasure while you felt yourself begin to pant. His mouth found it's way to your breasts and he began sucking on your soft skin as you groaned lightly.