She mouthed the words 'thank you' as she continued her phone call. I always enjoyed watching her as she handled the technical details of solving someo...e else's problems. I smiled to myself as I imagined her checking through reference materials to correct the faulty connections in my life. Finally, she finished up the phone call, and turned her attention to me. "Thanks for the refill," she started. "How are you today?" "Well," I said, trying to reason out the speech I had planned. "Um, I guess I. I was absolutely certain that I had put it under the seat. Then it occurred to me that Susan must have been in the van looking for something and found the cup. I hoped that she had tossed it in the trash without looking inside. I opened the trashcan in the garage but neither the cup nor the used condom was in there. That's when it hit me that Susan must have seen the used condom. She knew I took the van to the car wash so there shouldn't have been any trash left in the van. Susan must have. Remya was gasping for breath enjoying the furious pounding of her cunt. I plundered her cunt with my massive hard on. Then, I bent her legs over, causing her legs to arch and pinned against her own shoulder. This way her cunt was more open to my onslaughts and as I was on the top of her, I was able to penetrate her even deeper with every stroke. Sheila was wailing uncontrollably… Begging me to fuck her harder and harder. I too obliged her by fucking her with wild ferocity. I came after a hard. I say oh yes where else would we have lunch. I reach up and pull down her shorts and notice that her thong is wet. I am absolutely starving and I tell her that her muff looks so tasty. I ask her why she is so wet she says I am thinking about Chucks black cock buried in me. I lift her ass up off the table and slide her thong down and off. I lift them to my nose and smell OMG they are soaked. I spread her legs then slide a chair up to the table and lower her legs onto my shoulders. She says what.