She reached back with a hand and began rubbing her clit and within seconds came all over my fingers still deep in her pussy.After calming a little I f...rced her back on her back and spread her legs again. “time to take some dick bitch” I growled. I loved it when we just verbally abused each other during sex. “I am going to pound your cunt to raw meat, hunh you want that you whore?” as I drove my throbbing cock into her soaking wet pussy and folded her legs over my shoulders and grabbed her. She kissed me harder and faster than I did a while ago. I dropped my pants and she pulled up my shirt. She then ran her hand into my boxers. She stroked my dick as I kept kissing her against the wall. I opened her blazer and pulled it down her arms. And pulled up her frilled blouse. She pulled up her bra with her free hand. I then sucked her nipples. Making wet sucking noises. She would've moaned by then but she tried to keep as quite as possible. She kept wacking my shaft.Then we heard another. Adam would have to get the brief biography from her later, he thought, casting a jaded eye on the lewd spectacle.They had her down on the bed, and she was taking them admirably, Adam saw. A really good subject. The boys seemed to be enjoying themselves, too. Adam flicked on the speaker system so that he could hear what was going on. Later he would listen to the playback of the preceding events."Now it's my turn to get sucked!" Hank was saying, and although Adam couldn't see him quite clearly. 1138! Apparently the idiots that did the cold calling every evening had forgotten to write down the correct address of the woman who had called in and said that she was interested in a demonstration of their new soft water system. Jackson drove up Elm Street looking at the addresses painted on the curbing until he came to 1138. He parked his car and grabbed his demonstration kit and walked up and rang the doorbell and waited. A few minutes went by and he rang the doorbell again, this time with.