" Oh yeah?" He asks, with a grin.You slowly roll your head back to face the bed's headrest, trying to look passive, but really because you can't hide ... dumb-looking smile from coming across your whole face. Once you finally compose yourself again, you shrug, still facing away, and shift yourself back to bump against his hips again."Yeah." You say. "In fact, you don't seem so strong at all. My pussy's probably way too much for your cock."He scoffs. You whip your head back around to fix him with. She doesn't like sex and I'm lucky to get any on Christmas and our wedding anniversary.Oh! Sorry, Rog. You really are a good fucker.We both made use of his executive rest room to clean up and get our clothes back in order. Roger then used the phone to check on progress of the wire. The wire was in.I want the money converted to cash. I'd like it divided into ten, one-thousand dollar bills with the rest divided into fifties, twenties, and tens, please.I see no problem, Ms. Bushy. The total amount. I was enchanted at the novelty of it. I felt my penis harden fully and start to throb and produce pre-cum, which she did not touch. She knew what she was doing, all right, and my world shrank to the three square inches or so that she was caressing. We went on like that for a half an hour, which seemed to go by like a flash. I could endure no longer, I needed release. As I felt that I was about to cum, she let go of my penis, positioned her cunt over it, and impaled herself on it.The effect was. And now I wanna fuck!" With that, she stripped off her sweater to expose those lovely little tits and very erect nipples.And fuck we did, right there on the sheepskin rug. My dick was hard in one second, covered with a condom the next second, and inside her in the second after that. She wasn't kidding about being aroused; her quim was slick with her juices, and I glided into her with barely any friction. This time the fuck was playful, with us giggling as we slid our bodies against each other..