In gorilla terms she was of prime age, with no young to look after. At a fundamental level, she felt time was running out and couldn't understand why ...heir frantic copulation had, so far, not produced even a pregnancy. Perhaps this time, she would be successful. It didn't seem to bother the silver back. He continued his imperious day-to-day functions and only took notice of her when she was ovulating or accidentally caught his eye directly where upon, he would frown or huff at her in. Her white blouse was almost see through but this was hidden by her leather waistcoat. The short sleeves revealed a tattoo on her upper arm and the blouse was open enough to show a glimpse of another tattoo on her right breast. Tanya was ready and waiting when a loud motorcycle whizzed past. She couldn’t help but admire the shape of the guy’s back in the leather jacket. Bikers have always turned her on. The sound of the bike, the boots and leather, the long, leathered legs on either side of a. "Here it is," she said handing it to me. My mind instantly calculated step two. I pretended to grab it, so when she let go it barely bounced off my finger tips and fell to the floor. "Oops! Clumsy me," she said bending over again. This allowed me to see down the abyss of her shirt and glimpse or succulent breasts with those perky nipples, but once again this barely lasted a second or two. She handed me the pencil and turned back to the table. And once again she bent. ”“Believe me, i’ve done things with guys that would make you sick.”“Oh! We’ve got a little whore over here!”She obviously didn’t like that, but continued to build on her story.“Just ask the chess club. I’ve sucked all of their dicks.”“The chess club? That’s the best you can do?”“i’ve fucked the entire baseball team.”“Shut the fuck up.”“If I saw a cock right now, it would be in mouth in five seconds.”“Oh, really?”Without thinking twice, I ripped down my shorts and my eight-incher flopped out. It.