She was moaning and screaming as fucked her harder. I grabbed her hips and fucked her like a dirty whore. The harder and faster I fucked her, the more...she would scream out. No words, just screams of primal ecstacy. I was at the end of my rope. I could not hold back any longer. I started to groan and she knew I was about to come. She was yelling , "come in my ass, I want to feel you in my ass". I unloaded inside her. Streams of hot cum were filling her ass. I thrusted more as I emptied myself. "Okay, my first question, obviously, would be why did you do it? And who was the first person?" I asked. "The first one was Billy. I told you when that was - when you went to Chicago. As for why, I don't know. You were gone and I was lonely. Billy was very nice and we just..." her voice trailed off. "That must be why he put in for a transfer to another office. He told me it was a promotion, but I found out later it was his doing. I never knew why. He must have felt so guilty that he couldn't. He kept on putting his hands farther and farther down the front of his shorts eventually pulling the front of his gym shorts down exposing a perfect round bulge and a tiny wet spot where the head of his penis was. Seeing as how his underwear was white the wet spot made it see through and from the looks of it he was cut with a fat mushroom head that was leaking out precum. I licked my lips at the site. When my manager Bob came up to the front to assist me in the return the guy stopped. Grabbing her running shoes, she considered her clothing for a moment. The tight tee-shirt was fine for around the cottage, but perhaps not for outside. Still, she was miles away from anywhere here, and she decided that it would suffice. It was warm enough for shorts, so that would do.The cottage was surrounded by hills, and Nancy decided to climb to the top of one of the smaller ones, and get a better look around. Two weeks in the beautiful spot, and Nancy had only been down to the local.