She is clearly agitated."Why can't they understand? I really goofed today. Now it's going to take even longer," she berates herself while gesticulat...ng wildly at no-one in particular. She seems totally oblivious to the fact that she is driving down a highway. "Don't they realize the thing is driving me nuts!" She replays the group therapy session of that afternoon over and over in her mind. "Everybody seems to be only interested in what you are wearing - as if a skirt, foundation or. “Your son, Ben, is downstairs. He’s on his way up.”“Holy fuck,” my groggy friend said, scratching his head. “What the fuck time is it?”“10 a.m.,” I told him. “I gotta be checked out of here by Noon.”“You mean you’re leaving?” Napoleon asked me. “Today? Holy fuck!”Neither one of us showered. By the time Napoleon’s son knocked on the door, Napoleon was dressed, but I was still hopping around trying to get my jeans on.Napoleon let his son into the room. He looked mighty sleepy from working all. Suddenly Mary released me from her mouth with a slight pop. She stood, removed her panties and facing away from me, lowered herself onto my hot hard 'dildo' as she liked to refer to my shaft. Sh slowly began to raise and lower herself on me and every time she lowered her self her wet cunt engulfed all of me. I was in heaven, with her sliding her hot pussy up and down my stiff shaft and Bud sucking and nibbling on my nipples I was almost ready to cum. Mary could sense this and began moving. Jim Morris had never been very successful with the girls. He had dated off and on in high school, but in college he had worked almost full time and his social life all but disappeared. He wasn't a virgin, exactly, since he had enjoyed a couple of late night blowjobs and humped briefly with two twenty-dollar, home-town sluts, but he had never really copulated with a girl his age, and he was eager to begin.As he stood behind Vixen, he felt himself becoming aroused and moved quickly to look at.