Then taking a deep breath, she reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties. She headed back to the kitchen and picked up her coffee."This is c...azy. This is crazy. This is crazy," she muttered as she finished her required daily allowance of caffeine.She picked up her bag, thinking about the day ahead as she locked the door. She was five steps from the front door when she turned around and walked back. Her hands trembled slightly as she unlocked the door, then she closed it and leaned. “Aight bruh, any more of them this weekend and I’m charging like the strippers”. “Shit, it’s worth something”!Pete said as he slid a $10 bill under the left leg seam of Rome’s blue briefs; just under the cuff of his ass. “See first drink of the night and I ain’t even at the club yet”.Both men erupted in historical laughter as Pete sat on his bed and noticed the precum stain he left on Rome’s draws. His dick twitched a few more times and he again stated;“Yeah, I’m fucking this bitch for real”!To. ‘I guess that explains… uh how well developed uh.. your shoulders and arms are’ I added, sounding like an idiot. That sounded great. ‘I didn’t mean anything negative by that’ I said quickly. Luckily Becky didn’t take it as an insult. ‘No offense taken Dave’ Becky said. ‘It does do that to you, build up your shoulders and back too. I mean, I’m never going to be taken for a model or anything one way or the other anyway and it scares off some of the predators too.’ I laughed and countered with,. Once again I marveled at how tight she was. Forty years old, and had a kid, but was tight as any much younger woman I'd ever fucked. (I found out later that she practiced her Keagle exercises religiously. It paid off, that's for sure.)As I continued attacking her clit, I slowly stuck another finger in her pussy, finger fucking her. She was so much more responsive to my ministrations than Ingrid ever was, which turned me on to higher and higher heights of passion. After what felt like hours of.