I found myself ramming my dirty wanton cunt at his cock to drive it in faster.My senses were in over drive as I could feel every bead of sweat leaking...from my body, I could feel every hair on his chest scratching at my tits, I could feel the heat and power of his thick thighs driving his cock into me. I could feel his firm ass hamming his thick cock in hard as I dug my nails into it. I could taste the blood in my mouth as I bit down on his ear.I reached up as the pressure built even higher and. That job, and many others, came and went. Companies came and went. My marriage came and went. And then the economy came and went and I was officially unemployed for the first time in my life.I was okay financially, years of stock options, cashed in before the "pop" insured that. It's just that I am not a sit on the couch kind of guy. I enjoy working with people in a company. Only now, in a very tight labor market, I was competing against people with Masters and Doctorates. It was suggested. “I’d almost forgotten how good your cunt feels around my cock.”“It feels good darling, it’s where it belongs.”We fucked in a slow, steady rhythm just looking at each other, breathing the same breaths. Wendy made those sexy little noises that I loved to hear, little squeals of pleasure with every one of my forward thrusts and she moaned with delight when I sucked at her large nipples.“I got hard as soon as I saw you at the airport,” I told her and she giggled.“Could you see my. Her lower jaw dropped while her nostrils flared like a startled horse's. A gurgling groan ripped from her throat as her body shuddered. With a wail she staggered forward, catching herself with a sob when Rick warned her to stay still."Go on, boy," Doug urged the prancing Setter."No! Not again!" Tina cried, jerking her head to one side and flashing a look of helpless despair at Lydia. The blonde wished she could do something to help her friend. But her position was just as rough as that of the.