Maybe it’s a middle-aged man who works down in the sewers fixing pipes and wading through… well… you know. These people have a lot to complain a...out and you think to yourself, “wow, their life must really suck”.So why are they always so damn happy? Never without a grin, always giving an enthusiastic wave and a “how do ya do” no matter what time of the day and no matter what day of the week. Life consistently gives them the shaft and yet they carry on like every day is the best damn day of their. She squealed and wrapped her arms around me as if trying to make sure I wouldn’t escape. Of course that was the furthest from my mind. I wanted this woman so bad. “Do it rough” she whispered in my ear. I pounded her as hard as I could. She yelled, she shouted, she moaned. I had never been with a woman who made this much noise. I decided she was showing Dean how much she enjoyed it. Making him feel bad maybe. I was careful not to cum too soon but finally she wailed “I want you to cum”. And I. I looked into her eyes and sensing that she wouldn’t object, kissed her lips. Our tongues met, and in less than 30 seconds, we were both panting heavily. My right hand reached down to caress her ass, then slowly moved up to unbutton the rest of her shirt and pull it off her shoulders. I immediately attacked her left tit with my mouth while my hand went to work on the right one. Her nipples, which were as big as half-dollars, now stood hard and erect. I started stroking her thighs and stomach,. He guided her head down on him, slightly shoving himself deeper into her throat. She was still going at it, alternating her hands on him. He was getting close. “I want you inside me,” she whispered, her mouth wet. He pulled his khakis all the way off and laid her down on his wooden desk. He reached under her skirt and looped his finger into her lace thong, pulling it off as she fumbled with the skirt’s zipper. He feasted his eyes upon her pussy; bald, musky, with a small strip of bright red.