By now my shoulders were slumped and I waited impatiently for my source to get here. In case you’re wondering, which I’m sure you weren’t, I’m...a journalist, and I work for the Moon’s Crest. The second biggest newspaper of the city. We would be first, if we had sexy calendar girls, but we decided to focus on things like the news. It was a hot day. A hot glorious day, and I couldn’t help but be bitter of being here in this shithole, surrounded by the desperate women of sex, loitering around. His Navy Chief Petty Officer (Chef) MacKey taught his helpers everything he knew. Roberta has a degree in accounting.When first married they wanted children. They very much enjoyed trying. But Roberta never got pregnant. After 2 years they found out why. Neither of them could ever be parents.Their parents were disappointed. They had hoped for grandchildren. But now that the pressure was off Robert and Roberta could fuck for fun. And did they ever have fun! They were members in good standing. She began to kiss my neck and tease my ear with her tongue. I could feel her hands looking for my bra clasp. “It’s in the front” I whispered. Her hands quickly found it and in seconds my bra was gone. Diane's hands quickly found my breasts. She carefully squeezed and caressed them both then played with my nipples which were quickly becoming hard and sensitive. I moaned softly with desire. “Are you okay? Diane whispered. “Oh God yes! Do you realize how long I have been dreaming of this?” “Why. His cocking was sliding in and out of my mouth fast and rough and it was becoming slicker. I felt his cock twitch and grow slightly; hardening from the lust. His hands were tangled in my hair and he was shoving my mouth onto his cock. My pussy was getting wetter, I loved how bad he wanted me. I heard him say “fucking shit baby come here and bend over, I need your fucking pussy” I gladly obliged and moved to the front of the bed. I stuck my ass in the air, spreading my legs a little so he could.