My mind was all over the place and I kept flashing back to what I had seen in the gym that day and started thinking, if this guy can dance like that, ...hat could he actually do to my gf with that weapon of his and the rhythm he has. I wondered if her little red thong under that dress was getting wet being lead around the dancefloor by such a dominant masculine older guy. The song ended after what seemed like an eternity and my head was really spinning. We said our thank-you's and good-byes to. "So you're finally home," she growled, "I know what you've been up to. Did you really think that I was too stupid to realize that you were cheating on me?" I just stared at her for a moment in confusion, "Cheating on you?" I blinked, "What the hell are you talking about?" Betsy snarled, "Do you really think that I'd buy your story about working all that overtime? I know what you were doing." Her eyes narrowed, "You and that secretary I saw you with." For a moment, I just stood there, feeling. I wiggled, I ground myself against him. The pain disappeared and now I wanted him to fuck me."Mark, damn you Mark, FUCK me."He cast any thoughts of going slow to the winds. His hands gripped my hips, still a bit generous, regardless of morning PT. He pulled back until only the head was still lodged in my ass. Then he rammed deeply into me. I squealed. He did it again. I squealed louder. Then he was pounding me, thrusting in and out of my near virgin ass.Bent over as I was, all I could do was. Sharon let the shower soak her, moving sinuously in its spray. Then she turned it off and soaped herself as if it were one long caress. Then she washed herself. She turned her neck voluptuously as she washed it and her upper chest. She massaged her breasts and then paid a great deal of attention to her nipples causing her hips to gyrate and buck.She turned round to wash her back and Richard was amazed at her double-jointedness as she covered every part of it in sensuous strokes.When she got to.