” She insisted.“I’m well aware you are married. We are adults now. It’s just lunch, don’t think much,” I replied with a smiley.“I don’... know. Talk to you later,” she went offline after replying to this.Well for the next few days I messaged her on her Instagram and WhatsApp but there was no response from her. I realized I shouldn’t have asked her out for lunch. After all, she is married and we had a kind of history. I shouldn’t have crossed the unseen so-called social line of the limit between. ”“I didn’t want to push it. I hoped you might bring it up, or maybe it would just happen.”He laughed. “Well, we’ll have to make it happen.” My heart went into double time. “Not tonight, though. It’s late and I have to be up early tomorrow. Next time.”I was surprised and disappointed. In bed alone after we said goodnight, my mind raced with thoughts and images of Jon fucking me. I couldn’t fall asleep. I thought of Jean, the woman who introduced me to anal and remembered the first time. I had. Please, baby, don’t make me beg,” she said as she pushed her hips upward, trying to spear his cock.Tommy sat back on his knees, put his hands on her hips, and pulled her upward so that he could see all of her. Leaning forward, he pressed the head of his cock against her wet opening, moving back and forth so that her abundant juices covered his cock.“Please!” she begged.In one smooth thrust, Tommy pushed all of his thick cock inside her, noticing that she was delightfully tight. He held still,. ?I?m honored to meet you.?Ally felt her face turning red. ?Thanks, Beth. I appreciate that.?They hugged each other. ?How?re you doing?? asked Steve.?Better. I have a way to go, at least that is what my physical therapist says. We meet three times a week in her dungeon,? quipped Ally.?Been there, done that,? replied Steve with a laugh. Ally instantly liked both of them. She also wondered what section of the agency he was in. ?So you?ve actually posed as teens online to catch perverts?? asked.