Bert was a big guy, and maybe he was just shy, or something. I said, “Good morning!” And proceeded to separate my clothes. As I finished loading ...he last load into the washer, Bert tapped me on the shoulder. When I turned around, he was standing there, holding a pair of my black lace panties to his face. I looked down at his crotch. I noticed his manhood trying to bust its way out of his jeans. I instantly felt a jolt run through my pussy. I didn’t know what was happening to me. I was so. We said our goodbyes again, and I couldn’t wait to get back to work, just so I could jerk off. Jen and I continued to chat daily for a little while after that, but then she decided to leave the website. I wasn’t sure why she wanted to leave, because it meant we wouldn’t chat everyday anymore. I assumed I was correct in thinking that I liked her much more than she liked me. She had recently started involving one of her girlfriends in her sex life with her and her husband, so she was. With that he rammed his huge cock in her mouth , ramming his hips hard against her wet mouth, deeper and deeper, harder and harder, this bitch was going to pay with everytime she misbehaved, he kept fucking her, deaf to her cries for air, he kept fucking her mouth it felt so dam good! This fucking bitch is gonna make me cum. I don’t want to cum but this bitch’s mouth is so fucking good that she is forcing me to cum! She is going to pay for being so dam good. I am going to give it to her. “Does this mean I get to go first?” she asked as she threw her purse onto my table.“Wait,” I said as I stopped her from pouncing onto me.“She got to go first?” Rachelle asked as she stared down at me, sitting in my chair.“Take a seat,” I said, pointing to her chair across the room.Slowly Rachelle sauntered her way over to her chair. Her perfect ass swayed from side to side in that skintight skirt.I slowly told her everything that happened with Monica. Rachelle slowly sat back in her chair as I.