“Is your calendar up to date?”I laughed, “You would know better than I would!”Everyone else laughed.“Congrats on the Penguins win last night...” Jackie said as we walked out.“That’s two games to none! I’ll be at the game tomorrow night, courtesy of Lisa’s dad!”“Lucky!”“Absolutely!” I agreed.My staff headed back to the office, but I headed to Glencoe to see Samantha.May 30, 1992, Chicago, Illinois“Once more?” Samantha giggled as we went to the shower.“You didn’t let me sleep at all!” I. 'You motherf,' I'm interrupted by his warm, encapsulating mouth. He's kissing me hard. With need. I can feel his dick hardening already.I return his enthusiasm and undo his pant button. He gently pushes me to my desk and uses it to hold me in place. He's grinding himself into my groin and I think I might explode! God, I want him!He unbuttons my blouse while I slide my pants and panties down. He kisses me again. His tongue in my mouth. His left hand caressing my right breast. His right hand on. His directions were on the money, and two minutes later, she was knocking on Alyssa’s door. But of course, it was Ashley, wearing a silk robe over not much, who opened the door.“Who are you?” she asked crossly. Gee, Stacy wondered, what did I interrupt?“My name is Stacy CHILDERS,” she said. “I believe you fuck my mother.”Ashley’s eyes grew wide, but she basically was frozen in place.“Mind if I come in, Ashley?” she asked, pushing her way past. The woman started to stop her, but Stacy’s strength. Jesus ... I love fucking this, bitch!" my boyfriend said, laughing breathless and I rolled my ass for him, screwing my cunt onto his prick like I'd never let him go."She's a good one alright," Mr. Summers agreed and he pushed his cock into my mouth again, catching me right this time and I groaned as his thickness pressed into the tight confines of my delicate throat."Christ ... I'm going to cum ... Fuck! I don't wanna cum yet!" Allen practically shouted with urgent frustration, but he wasn't.