You still grip me with each stroke, still moan your lust, still slap your butt against me and still impale me deeply within you; but the pace has incr...ased. Your body is in demand, and you are now slave to your body driving, pushing, pulling, tightening, relaxing, pulsing, oozing, and spurting as you fuck your mighty steed. Your head is thrown back as you moan still more, “Yes! Yes! I’m cumming. Oh, Oh, Oh… Ahh!” You drive yourself down, clasp my cock with your muscles, your feet pulled. Larissa was, of course, horrified by the tale. She was crying as I hung up.I heard Stacie's voice on the intercom. I silently cursed myself for not turning off the ringer on the phone in the bedroom. The goddam phone had obviously woken her. "Jack," she said, "where are you?"I hit the talk button on the kitchen intercom. "I'll be right there, sweetheart," I said. I went up the two flights of stairs in record time. At least it was a record for a middle-aged guy in lousy shape.When I got to the. Earlier she had put on her pajamas as she was already in bed reading as she did every evening while Jim watched the news. It was after putting her book away that she remembered that she had not prepared the coffee maker for the next day. Being that she was already downstairs, Abigail didn't want to waste time to go upstairs and change back into clothes more appropriate for being in public. Besides, at this time of night the grocery store would be practically deserted anyway. Heading to the. And I ran here...” The tears returned.Troy put his arm around Helen while Julie held the hand on her other side. The three of them sat like that for a few minutes, Julie and Troy looking at each other and seeming to have a very intense conversation entirely via facial expressions throughout.Flashing lights could be seen outside the garage window as the “BOOP BOOP” of a police siren being turned on and off again blared from the street.“I’d better go talk to them,” Troy said as he got up. The two.