"Oh, oh, oh, oh..." she said as I manipulated her slippery slit. It only took a few seconds, since she had just came, to get back there again. But thi... time, because she wasn't held down, she bucked and jerked like she was laying on a live electrical wire! Her first orgasm this way was small... I expected that. So before she was completely finished, I repeated the technique. This next time, her orgasm was a little bigger and she moaned a bit. Once again I went at it, and she raised her hands. She didn’t have the dark red, more Irish-like hair. It was a lighter color, but more to the red side of a strawberry blonde. Even through her navy blue suit, you could tell that she had a nice figure. Her skin was smooth, clear, and an ivory white, and was accented by her bright red lipstick and nails, blue suit and a red and blue scarf. She had a beaming smile that made her stand out in a crowd, and deep blue eyes that looked at you softly, warmly, yet with a hint of spirit and playfulness.. He was every woman’s dream man when it came to looks. He was tall, dark chocolate skin, nice full lips, a sexy bald head and a body to die for. The instant that I spotted him I knew I had to have him. I knew my husband was waiting for me at home and would be wondering where the hell I was if I didn’t make it home by 6:30. So I called my husband and lied to him, telling him I needed to stay late at the office. To my surprise he didn’t question me at all. The whole time I was on the phone I was. In between groans she kept repeating “Too big. It's too big.” I was surprised at how tight her pussy was for being a thirty six year old mother of two. I kept pounding her hard, building my orgasm. I just haven't felt a pussy this good in a while. “Damn whore, I haven't felt a pussy this tight since I was in high school.” At this point she was responsive, pushing her ass back on me. She was moaning with delight, sometimes she caught herself enjoying it too much that she toned it down. “It's.