I gasp with sharp inhalations each time you push deep. My fingers are working furiously again, rubbing. This is no slow lazy fuck. Rather this is an ...rgent coupling, hasty, passionate. Straining, it is selfish and demanding. As the need grows deeper, I raise up on toe tips, straining. My muscles clench tight, squeezing, and I ride that delicious high edge. You are filling me, taking me, and I belong to you. “Come for me again, Girl,” you insist, and like the slut you make me, I oblige,. My track record wasn’t good there. To be honest, Jim had never stood a chance. Not a fucking chance. I had always wanted him to break me in, and when the chance came, I grabbed it. I loved older men, especially married older men, had never been even vaguely interested in boys my own age. So perhaps, as Mum and Dad had made it quite clear to me at the time, it actually was my fault. Who even knows? Soon after all the dust had settled, Jim was accused of 'messing' with someone even younger than I. "Let?s get you up and to my office so you can lie down," she said toRowan, helping her out of the stall after she had buttoned her pants. Herclothes seemed to hang off of her.After Rowan had washed up in the sink, they exited the bathroom and headeddown the hall into Kristina?s office. She was careful to hold up Rowan?spants which now seemed only to want to slide down her legs. She sat herdown on the office couch and gave her a bottle of water before pulling aspecial phone from her desk. They LOVED your cooking. Not much left over at all."She swung around to face me, standing there in the deepening dusk. "How'd we do, Dan?" she asked. Her smile told me she had her own answer."We did great! You're spectacular and you blew 'em out of the water. I don't know what they expected when they got here, but they got a view of a very respectable and capable lady." I kissed her. "Whom I adore."We walked back in the house. The cat had finally reclaimed his rightful spot on the sofa, and we.