Lena worked for the company, whilst Brad was an employee of the supplier. They were also years apart in age - he was 55 years old, and she was 23. She...was single, and he was married.Lena was a petite blonde - just 5ft tall with a beautifully proportioned body having curves in all the right places.When Brad arrived, a number of the company’s staff wished him luck - after about the sixth person he asked “Why are you wishing me luck?”“Lena is a mega-bitch” was the universal response.He decided to. I had a wonderful, warm feeling in my cunt.The next day, every time I passed Tommy in the hall, I would whisper, "virgin raper!" And he would punch me on the arm.A few days later, I went to his room for some more fucking, but he wasn't in the mood, even though I was just wearing a thin tanktop and cotton panties. So, I finally told him that if he wasn't gonna fuck me, he should get me some more of the porn magazines. I had read through all six of the ones he had hidden in his room, and I needed. .. too hot for her to afford proper clothing!” I teased with a dryness in my voice, ogling as much as I could.“Do those beautiful tits look familiar?” he asked, passing back the bourbon.“Sure do ... They just look different ... not bouncing around as much as they did that night in the motel room,” I teased, taking a minute to drink in the image. As I did, my cock couldn’t help but flinch and throb in my pants.“Keep turning those pages, buddy boy, and you’ll get some better views of ‘em ... and. There seemed to be too much juice there for our conversation so I got up and got down real close to look. You could smell cum. Guy stuff. It smelled great. Her pubic hair was matted a little and you could see some gooey stuff ooze out of the bottom of her pussy sliding down toward her butt. As a joke I blew on her pussy. She jumped, startled, and grunted. Then she said for me to do it again. I did, only closer this time. When she jumped, her wide open juicy pussy came in direct contact with my.