She came this time mainly because it took him so much longer to get off. Then to her delight the hatless one fucked her to two more orgasms, lasting a...long, long time before finishing in her mouth with Marcie on her knees, ruining the new pantyhose she’d just purchased before meeting them.Determining they were done for the night, she kissed them both and thanked them for a good time, got back in her car and drove home.One week later on a rainy Saturday afternoon Marcie was lost in blissful. He had asked her to pick up some importantmail that might be arriving in his absence. (We had a communal mailbox inthe downstairs lobby which anyone who had managed to get into thebuilding could access.) However, when he was home he kept very regularhours. He didn't seem to drink too much, unlike some people I could name.Though he fitted into our little community smoothly enough, I thought hewas maybe a bit dull if anything, and as he showed few signs of wantingto get to know me better I made. She looked down and she saw my boner pushing my boxers out through my broken zipper, the safety pin nowhere to be seen.She looked up into my eyes and said with a smile, so I see you found me a new knob and started biting her lip again.I didn’t know where to look or what to say.She ran her finger down my chest across my stomach until she reached my waistline then without warning she starting tickling the end of my dick with her pretty finger nails through my boxers . I was shocked but I couldn’t. Not wishing to dwell any deeper into his newly awakened feelings, as he feared he would not like the answers he discovered, he broke into a trot and disappeared into the shadows of the back alleys of Paris. He had a job to do, whether he liked it or not.The carriage rocked and lurched as it tilted dangerously into a pothole. Too late its sole occupant sought to brace himself, as his mind had wandered far from the confines of the vehicle and he had been lost in those unfamiliar thoughts. His.