I heard her grunting and I heard his belt buckle coming undone. “I want to shower first.” She said. “Aight.” He said. I watched as she walke... by first, reaching back and holding onto his cock, pulling him along as she went. It was the biggest I’d ever seen. She stopped in the doorway of the bathroom and put his cock between her ass cheeks and shook them. He grunted as she bent over. She reached up between her legs and aimed his dick right into her. He slammed himself into her hard and fucked. ‘I’m just having a week where it feels like every day is harder to get through than the day before.’ ‘Something happen?’ ‘No, it’s something with me.’ And then I talk. I tell you about the frustration of being on my own over a year with the kids and suddenly realizing I have no idea where the wound disinfectant is in my own apartment. Or the depression of realizing that I was getting angry at my Marlene for not putting the band-aids back where they belong, and then realizing that she’s dead and. " Jeanie pouts and sticks her bottom lip out. "Awww damn that was mean, now that hurts my feelings, you wouldn't even try to peek at my boobs. Boohoo you big meanie." They both laugh as Glen says, "Okay, okay you little cry baby, go get a tshirt, there should be several back there." She goes back through the curtain and takes the heavy shirt off. She finds a t-shirt and slips it on, finding that it comes down to her knees. She rolls her eyes and then takes the jeans off and grinning, steps. .. DON'T STOP! PLEASE DON'T STOP!"Then signaling that her orgasm was upon her, Joan dropped her head and shoulders flat on the bed and reached one hand underneath her and frantically rubbed her pussy.Both Walter and Joan came. I don't know or care who was first, or if they made it together. What I did know was that I needed to fuck her and that Joan wasn't finished fucking and wanted more.You might ask how I knew this. Was it intuition? No, it was the look on her face as Walter pulled his.