Julie began to cry. It was not a soft cry of happiness but a torrent of emotions that had been dammed up for so long and let loose. Alex scooped her i...to her arms and let her cry against his shoulder. His arms felt so safe. ‘You must think I’m stupid,’ she finally managed when the tears slowed. ‘I think you are wonderful.’ Taking a deep breath she turned in his arms so he could see her back. Like before he studied and touched her. Then he wrapped his arms around her and cupped her breasts so. Knowing full well that she would either bite at my indecent proposal, or play it off as if I was still talking business. We both knew why she had really invited me to lunch, and it had nothing to do with office furniture. ‘You get right to it, don’t you,’ she smiled, ‘I like that. As for how bad….’ The waitress came at that moment with our salads, so Sable excused herself to seek out the powder room. She returned in a few minutes though, and as she sat back down next to me placed a pair of. It landed on the couch. Hastily buttoning and zipping his jeans as he went, Paul dashed back into the living room area and grabbed the sweater. Just as he began putting it on, a loud urgent knocking rapped on the rickety front door. His heart was racing as he pulled the top down over his head and body. Without waiting for any kind of 'ready' signal from Marcy, Paul stepped over to the door and opened it to greet their saviors: a tall male paramedic with a thick goatee and his middle-aged female. Better. I will admit that, possibly, after she was reduced to just grunting as I fucked her accepting ass so good and deep, I spanked her ass and growled to her, "C'mon and keep talking dirty, run that fucking mouth off on more of that stuff." And she did.*****It was a Saturday, the first full free Saturday I'd had off in a month. We'd planned a day out in one of the large city parks, but the night before the forecast called for extremely heavy thunderstorms rolling in, so we decided to make it.