Maybe V2 was colorblind. Or maybe my V1 memory was from before the house was painted. Or something.My bicycle was a lot nicer than I remembered. I cou...d remember imagining that I’d ride it into traffic and get run over but decided to leave it home that day so the bike wouldn’t get destroyed. How considerate of me. I didn’t remember ever having a bicycle that nice.I wondered when my father would show up in the hospital to tell me what a disappointment I was. At least I assumed that would be the. Andrea was dripping wet already and the scent of her was intoxicating. My tongue flicked across Andrea’s clit and she pulled hard on my hair forcing my head hard against her. “FUCK YES!” she screamed as I sucked her clit and added another finger to her cunt. She came to two screaming, bucking orgasms before she released my head. She grasped my rock hard erection and pulled it into the velvet embrace of her pussy. I moaned as I slid deep inside her and leaned in for a kiss, instead Andrea licked. He felt bad and stood up as she watched. It concerned her a little. He walked around before saying “I have a problem dear and need your help.” He turned to look at her as she waited. “It involves you too. I need to” and he paused. “I want to hire this man, the one we interviewed but there’s one issue I need to discuss with you” and he went on to explain all the details. “What?” she exclaimed. “You want me to what?” she said again, lying. Truth was she liked this guy and she liked him a lot. As. She came down pretty hard, my balls bouncing up to smack her ass as she came down with a loud moan. She placed both of her hands on the headboard behind me, one on either side of my head, and began to lift herself up so I was free to just play with her asscheeks. This went on for what felt like a long time, her jumping up and down on my cock, me thrusting up to meet her, her reaching down with her right hand to squeeze my balls, and me sucking and lightly biting on her nipples and tits. .