Grunts slip from my throat as I pick up the pace, my dick ravishing her insides, plunging deep and scr****g out her insides with every back and forth ...rip. She screams out "Baby! I-I'm...I'm cumming!" I can tell she's not lying from the way her pussy instant clenched so hard around my cock. The mixture from her sex voice and her pussy squeezing me so tight all of a sudden sends me over the edge. I can't form words at the moment to answer her back; all that leaves my mouth is a groan as I feel. ..Um...Uh...Uh...Um," instead of " Oh...Oh...Oh!" Each stroke extracting a reaction. The changes were small but easily detectable. It had gone much quicker than Keith would have imagined. This 33 year old woman is taking me stroke for stroke. Brandi winced with every stroke, both up and back. Especially hard to absorb is when I came down, hammering into her without mercy. But there is a difference. The pressure is still there, the sensation of being filled beyond her limit is obvious. What is. I told my friend Chuck that I’d meet him at Babes after I grabbed a bite to eat. At the strip club, I settled into a high back chair off to the right of the stage. A skinny black chick was pole dancing, half naked on the main stage and another great-looking girl was dancing on a side stage. The club was sparsely populated, which I found rather unusual for an early Friday evening.A couple of scraggly-looking girls came by and asked if I wanted a table dance. I quickly turned them down.Chuck. Ryan and my relationship was so high-school. That's not how I want to spend my twenties." Eating leftovers?" Hah! Yeah, a leftover from high school. My teenage wasteland."Food arrives. We eat and chat. I can tell that Jessica wants to ask me something, but she keeps stopping herself just short of it, whatever it is. I ask her about school, her plans for the summer. All the usual things one asks a college student.By the end of the meal I can see Jessica is getting frustrated. Perhaps she is mad.