You pick her up just before noon... !" He was having trouble breathing, trouble concentrating. "... the old cunt is expecting you... until midnight Te...!"I could not help it, "Gord... ?" Thats all I managed before I heard him groan right into my receiver while behind that my wife shrieked. I listened to the duo orgasm loudly, and I felt myself pale at the images that came to mind.Nearly five minutes later Gord finally spoke, in a weary voice, "On your stomach slut... thats it, scoop it out.... And I was off and running again."YYyeesssss aaaaaaaaaaahh yeeesssss."Another black blur was coming at me. This time to land on my right nipple.It didn't matter. I just came harder with both tits filled with soaring pain. A streak of black stayed in front of my tits. Back and forth it went from one to the other. A high speed film couldn't have recorded it slamming into me. But I didn't care about filming. I was too consumed with coming.Again my body betrayed me as I flopped back on the bed and. The office workers dressed professionally and I was excited to see the ladies dressed in nice pencil skirts above the knee and tops that showed some cleavage. It was a little surprising considering the office was in a conservative state. This gave me a chance to work on my accounting experience and show off my sexy legs and stimulating hosiery. I usually wore knee-length, or shorter, skirts and a blouse with a low top button. I always had on hosiery, usually stockings. I prefer sheer tan. Merinda knew that to all the horny men in the local pub she was getting, evaluated, as free-range pussy, and it did not take too long before Merinda was getting, regularly serviced.The first of these was a large hairy, bearish man named Wouter. Wouter was in his sixties and his wife had died two years before.Wouter almost ticked all her boxes. He was super large, grunted like an animal, had a huge cock, but was simple to gentle for her taste.Stephan a younger bachelor was the opposite. He was.