Twice even.When we turned on the answering machine at the end of the workday I was in that squeaky chair getting the ride. Her first comment after sit...ing down on my dick was, “Is it fitting okay now? Feels good to me.” My hands up under her blouse squeezing her braless tits and pinching her nipples gave her the answer she wanted.As she leisurely rode me I asked, “How’s that boyfriend of yours these days? Haven’t heard much about him lately.”She grinned, “Which one are you referring to? I’ve. Suddenly the world goes quiet and a red mist descends over my mind and I do things, terrible things that I'd rather not remember.Her neck was white, elegant and slim enough to get my left hand around."Please, Mister," she could just about choke out.She had a young pretty face with a few freckles over her nose and cheeks. The red mist had settled over everything and I was almost deaf to her pleas."Please, Mister," she croaked again. "Please, I'll do anything if you don't hurt me."Hurt you, I'm. Pretty neat trick, huh, sitting here gabbing with the woman who was Tyler Lopez McGuinn’s great-great-great great grandmother.Anna Lopez was born in 1827, on the gigantic rancho of Juan María Ponce de Leon. Ponce de Leon was granted the rancho in 1821, as a reward for his service during Mexico’s war of Independence from Spain. Anna’s father had been the chief Wine Maker for Ponce de Leon’s vineyards. It was an important and respected position, because the vineyards produced some of the best. Before I knew it, he was kissing my tits and had his hand in my puss, making me come like a cheap whore. He knows I don't permit that! After a few orgasms I was so addled I let him make love and, bingo, I wind up expecting again." The woman shuddered at the memory and sipped the tea."And he is so disgusting, no self control. He masturbates! Every day it appears! I find flaky pajamas and wadded up tissues - who does he think he's kidding?" It must be very difficult, especially for a woman like.