She told me that jobs in language were few and far between, and she didn't want to work as a production translator for a translation firm. She was pla...ning to bide her time at our place until something decent came along.I really should have stayed away from her, kept it professional. But the horny bastard that I am, I couldn't. It started with a lunchtime walk, short and sweet. And another, and another, each getting a little bit longer. One day we walked to her apartment and, sitting side by. I went back to the toilet area and decided to take a piss. I saw cubicles lining the row ahead of me so I followed that to the back of the area where there were four urinals, two side-by-side. There was a man in his seventies there, also clad in a Speedo, pissing in one of the urinals. I decided to be bold and take the urinal next to his. I pulled my cock out and started to let the piss flow. I noticed he was looking. He wasn’t pissing anymore. He was staring. I glanced and noticed his cock was. We are raised higher, before the waves’ crests pass us and break closer to shore. I know that I am getting so close to finishing, I am worked up being inside you. I can only whisper into your ear “Oh fuck!” in a breathy voice that is higher than my own. I slam into you again I think ‘three more waves are all I have, that is all I can last.’ I start counting down. At ‘Wave Two’ you unclamp your mouth from my very red shoulder and kiss me again. I can tell your close. You’re quivering inside. She pushed one hand into the waistband of her knickers, allowing her legs to open giving her better access. She pushed her hand down between her thighs, feeling her wetness already spreading along her slit.Cassie's fingers easily penetrated Jenny's tight wet hole, as she pushed them in she could feel Jenny raise herself slightly trying to force them deeper inside her. Cassie's other hand now started to fondle her own nipples through the peephole bra, pinching them, pulling them.Claire was.