Still, the blonde was glancing at me occasionally, issuing the challenge.I called the mechanic’s shop and my car still wasn’t done, so I got up to...use the restroom. My path took me past the blonde, and I couldn’t help but glance at her. She was wearing yoga pants, black ones with a grey stripe down the side. Even seated, I could see the roundness of her ass, the strength in her legs, the…“Like what you see?” Dear God, she caught me looking. She hadn’t even taken her eyes off the computer. I wasn’t going to last much longer as my hands did their magic.“Oh Gaaawwddd, I’m cuummiinngg!” I moaned out as thick ropes of semen splashed onto my stomach, covered my hand and coated the shaft.After showering, I headed straight to bed and dreamt about Casey. o0o Climbing out of bed, I went over to open the blinds and to my delight, there was Casey.She was washing her car, though what really caught my eye was what she was wearing. I threw on a pair of shorts, a T-shirt and my athletic shoes.. It’ll be better for both of us,” I breathed into her ear. I wanted to slam into her for all I was worth, but I didn’t have it in me to do that to her even as mad as I was. Besides, I figured that could end very badly for me too. So I eased into her, slower then I wanted, but faster then she was ready for, until my dick was buried in her ass to my balls. She was whining and moaning, half in protest, half in enjoyment, when I started pumping. Her ass cinched around my cock with each press, and I. Mike could get in and out of the bathroom while breakfast was making, but Kirsten faced half an hour or more of getting her face on and getting dressed. Rather than waiting around, Mike drove his VW Rabbit over to the Spearfish Lake Cafe, out on the highway, for a cup of coffee and a chance to catch up on the latest round of gossip.Actually, sitting around the big breakfast table at the Spearfish Lake Cafe was partway business for Mike; it gave him a good chance to test the tenor of the.