Every thrust was a dream. A power beyond us two. An urgent need. A need far deeper than our souls. An insatiable desire. Another realm never attained....My heart racing, and my head spinning. The warmth far within my soul. I was completely lost, and so was she. Anna my boss, was fucking me, and fucking me real good now. Fucking with reckless abandon, and she enjoyed every bit of it. Fucking hard. Reaching deep. Locked up in ecstacy. Flowing in streams and streams of pleasure. Rough and reckless. Just when I though I couldn't spasm anymore, he would try another angle, or another rhythm, and I would peak again. I had to finally beg him to let me catch my breath. My nipples were too sensitive from rubbing on the sheets. It was more than enough.”“But once I rolled over, and cooled off a little, he got between my legs, and this time, he came too, that last screw! He was even bigger, and deeper fucking me that way. I really got to feel the full girth, and length of his big cock. So. There were two women listed as owner-occupants of secondfloor apartments, the rest were men. He searched for their names. Thefirst woman was Belinda Morris, a fifty-year-old matronly woman and thesecond was Bethany Stills.He began to scrutinise everything he could find about Bethany online.First of all he searched Google images and found several pictures of her.One was from the social pages of a local newspaper where Bethany Stillswas attending a charity event. It was her alright, the woman. "May I touch your vagina once?" In a startle response, she placed her hands over her crotch and she made some protestation sounds. "Oh, sorry" I said, "that really was not the intention .." but before I could finish my sentence she placed her hand on my mouth. She seemed suddenly a little more mature. There was silence and then she grabbed my left hand and brought it to her crotch. This was for her an important decision. I gently put my hand on her crotch. She had her eyes closed and her mouth.