There was supposed to be a lot of action at these bars later in the evening. Bob wished them luck, took a shower, shaved and dressed to meet his dinne... companion.At the appointed time, Bob was in the lobby waiting for Greta. She was about ten minutes late and he started to worry. When she exited the elevator, he saw that she had taken some care in getting ready for this evening. She was wearing an A-line white dress that was about one inch above the knee and had a squared neckline. The short. Matt sped up a little more and I was squeezing his big cock with my pussy muscles."Ahhhhh...yes, yes, yes! Oh yes! Fuck me!" Ahh...ahh...ahhhh!"Matt held me tight while he pounded his big fat cock over and over into my pussy."Oh, my god!! Yes!! Yes!! Yes!!" I screamed as an epic orgasm ripped through my body.Matt held me tight as I pushed my ass into him hard and shook and jerked."Oh Yes! Yesss!! I screamed, and my juices began squirting everywhere ." Ohhhhhhh!! "More! Don't stop!! Don't stop!!. She didn't know why she did, but somehow all these numbers added meaning and shape to her life.Often when she was alone, she'd take out her diary and pore over the days, looking at the progression on the total, smile at those days which had been particularly eventful where her tally had increased by the most, and perhaps frown at the relatively low scores that might be associated with it. She had very high standards. A seven was pretty good. And not given lightly. An eight was rare. A nine. "What the fuck? Why would I like hearing you getting fucked?” I asked, trying to sound convincing. But even I knew I didn't sound sure.It was my stiff cock that truly betrayed how I felt. She started to stroke my shaft a little faster. I put up no resistance to her torment. Then when she put a hand on my chest pushing me back onto the bed, I made no pretense of trying to stop it. I fell flat onto my back and Lana climbed over me. She straddled my legs still stroking my cock, faster now than.