Well i had come and no sign of him for three weeks , there were other guys who would come in and sit next to me and i would indulge them. But none of ...hem were monsters like i really craved. I had made up my mind that i wasnt coming back after one more night of waiting. I had been sitting there for about 15 min when i heard the door open and heavy feet start walking towards the end of the stalls. I actually started to get a little nervous, i wanted it to be him so bad. He opened the door. “Oh, you have no idea how sorry you’ll be if you fire me..” Gretchen muttered snidely under her breath while beginning to massage her stiffening ‘turbo shot’ basting rod. Her rubs graduated into a five-fingered stroke, then into a spit-lubricated one-handed wax after she dribbled a strand of gooey spittle from in between her lips to covertly give herself an time advantage without alerting the boss lady. She probably wouldn’t like it if she heard Gretchen spitting in her go-juice.Gretchen fought. I went into the kitchen rinsed out the wine glasses and put the bottles in the bin, it wasn’t that late and my wife Jolie wouldn’t be home till 5.30pm, so l could have a lie down, l lay on the bed thinking how l had messed it up with Alice, it wasn’t long before l drifted off to sleep. I was woken by my wife Jolie screaming at me, l had fallen asleep still dressed in her clothes she was holding a black sack filled with my shirts, pants, socks and trousers, she was telling me if l wanted to wear. As June’s orgasm took over her body, he slammed deep into her core and bathed her cervix with four or five powerful surges of hot cum. They both collapsed together on the bed. Henry’s cock remained hard and soaked in June’s cummy pussy. As they regained their strength, Henry began taking slow strokes in and out of June’s pussy. June’s eyes opened wide. "Oh my, Henry! You’re still hard. How can you do that? Don’t you need to rest a little while? Can you screw me again already?" Henry looked.