I moved closer, feeling her ass with one hand, and my cock in the other. Positioning my proud manhood at the entrance of her brown asshole, I pushed i... slowly, going deep until my whole cock was buried in her. It went easier than I expected, because she couldn't tense her butt muscles and provide resistance. I stood like that for a moment, enjoying every bit of it.Then I started pulling my cock out, and when it was nearly at the exit, pushed it in again. As time passed, I picked up the pace and. Short, dark, fluffy hair. Looked like she'd had it tough. I guessed I'd be finding out about that sooner or later if we were going to be working together.I hadn't lied about working at a pizza place when I was a kid. I'd started as a freshman college student eighteen years before. The name of the place had been La Scala's—the owner had a thing for opera. I'd shoveled pizza for all four years of my undergrad. A year later, my first as a med-student, I met Hollie; we'd clicked and been together. I spotted her as soon as I walked in. She was sitting at a little table in the back corner where we could talk quietly. As I got closer I could see the effect all this was having on her. There were dark circles under her eyes and they were red and puffy as if she'd been crying recently. The roots were showing under her dyed blond hair and it didn't look like she washed it in a week."Hi, Al," she greeted me with an obviously forced smile, "please have a seat." She gestured for the waitress. I. " "I think Miss Beverly would be wary of visiting the gulf. That's a hotbed of trouble. Her craft is very vulnerable." I lied. "Is there any way you have of contacting Captain Rawlin?" "Of course. We are both NATO aircraft carriers." He took me in out of the rain and within minutes I was speaking to a familiar voice. After some brief exchanges the Spanish Captain had agreed to go aboard Cold Albatross if it was required. The next part was to be the biggest difficulty, persuading.