God it stung but at the same time, if felt good. Going on all fours, he positioned himself and rubbed the tip of his cock over my ass crack. Pushing...slowly, my wee hole started to open and let him in. Slowly at first, before he thrust one big, hard thrust. He was fully in me, filling my ass with his hard cock. The feeling was amazing, but he stood still for a minute letting my ass muscles relax. Once they relaxed he started thrusting and pounding into me, slow at first but picking speed up. . but it leaves you towonder: is this all there is? Partnership based on shapealone? Side by side, complacent and calm, except when thedifferences are tucked away in each other? All because ofthe one accidental chromosome issued when that happens, arole assigned by a pedestrian collision?Perhaps the mystery of women's mysteries is the lack ofmystery, the simple fact that they're just like you exceptfor what shape their bodies take, what part they play inbreeding. Why, then, this diffidence? Why. She’s taken my throbbing cock in her lips, her tongue licking my salty precum from the tip of my cock. My colleagues are just over my shoulder, my cock is in her mouth, and I feel like exploding my come in her throat. My fingers drive deep into her pussy as she groans loudly. I’m thinking, we cannot possibly continue here, no way, and I so want to taste her dripping wet pussy. I draw her head away from my throbbing cock, suggesting we move our passion to the relative privacy of the rest rooms.. We spent several minutes being given the third by New York's finest. It turns out the stiff was Lester Swartz, a gee who jumbled numbers.Sarah and I took the express elevator down and asked to see the building manager. Sarah flashed her FBI buzzer and everyone was eager to help us. It seemed that Marks had an office on the 88th floor and had enough moxy to register the office under his own moniker!The fact that we (Sarah) were with the FBI, got us the key to Mr. Marks' office. We took the.