“You should come over.” She’d had dinner with us every blue moon or so. She said she was free Tuesday after the weekend. Our work schedules neve... overlapped on the weekends. We each had a full day to ourselves. Sunday was my day, to flaunt against the county’s other libraries that could barely open five days a week. What priestess would close her temple on a holy day? (except when I’m on holiday)“I’m going to school early, Dad.” Our son announced Tuesday morning. “To use the field track and. “Wha—wait,” I began, almost pleadingly. “ Break’s over, babe,” was all he said, slipping his powerful frame up through the door and closing it behind himself. I watched him disappear around the corner of the parking lot back toward the bar, my legs pulled in against myself, my hands slowly cupping my own mammoth melons, feeling the warm cum in my deep cleavage. The weekend skittered by like a bore, my body tingling all the while, remembering the simple phrase 'eighteen inch fuck. " Oh I'm so sorry, I didnt realise somebody lived here and I only wanted to find a quiet spot to have lunch" Lucy quickly explained, not yet mentioning that she was stranded and needed his help. "Oh well I was about to cook up a lobster and some freshly caught fish if you would like to join me" he said in that raspy tone that made Lucy's knees feel if they would give way at any moment. "It's ok really" she said, "I have some Lun.." She stopped herself mid sentence as she realised that all her. He picks her up and throws her on her back on to the bed. With her face hanging off the side, he stands over her with his rock hard cock just out of her reach. "Ready to gag on this cock you slut!?” "Please sir can I just have a taste." He smacks her lips with his big, hard cock and grabs the back of her head. "Tell me what you want! You want me to push my cock into that slut mouth?" "I want you to fuck my mouth till I am gasping for air, tears staining my face!" “Forget your manners?”.