Her name was Tara.Tara is about 6ft 1 in tall, blonde, 36c cups, shaved, married and never gets any sex at home. She has several “friends” with wh... she meets and finds release with from time to time. I consider myself one of those friends.Tara is 50 and Im 10 years older. We set things up so that when I got to my motel, she could come to the parking lot, we would go to dinner and do whatever she wanted. 7pm she pulls up in a red pick up truck. Striking. Tall. Long legs. Boots up to her knees. Quitting is far less pleasant an option than she wishes it were.Today, she knows that she won't be able to take anymore.------"Hey sweetheart, you're coming to lunch with me."When Mallory's expression changed into a mixture of horror and disgust, Lon Longman quickly added, "A working lunch. I need to talk to you about the, um, Fiskman account."Mallory knew that the Fiskman account was one she barely ever touched - a low-maintenance, low-risk, low-yield account that was never going to be in. "And then he came. The first few shots hit me right in the face, the rest went everywhere else. He was shocked, embarrassed, but I knew from the second that first strand of cum hit me I was hooked. We cleaned up and got dressed, heading back before we were missed."I started fucking her again, and this time she lost her focus completely as I fucked her harder, making her come quickly as she was already close. When she finished I pulled out of her and she looked disappointed, but I had an idea. I. " She lifted her hands to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them only slightly from the round, bulging bottoms, the skin of her breasts around her fingertips growing taut and shiny. "... like they ought to be in Fort Knox or something." She flirted with Laura. "You looking at them the same way." At least Ron and I have one thing in common," Laura swallowed, barely able to speak from a fierce uprush of lust that caught in her throat.Cecilia was solemn and serious again. She moved closer to.