"That car is a fucking beast!" she said. In the shadows I couldn't make out her features. I could tell that she didn't mean to scare the shit out of m... but she did anyway."I guess I really didn't remember it being so visceral and so powerful," she said. "You are really not going to like this at all."I was immediately on my guard. I stepped away from her. I wasn't stupid enough to think that just because she was a female that I'd be able to beat her. For all I knew she could have a gun or a. I help myself with my hand and I slide it in. It goes so easily, sliding in, finding its way and fitting perfectly inside of you. Your hands are still on the deck, you need to hold yourself. I grab your hips, I start fucking you gently, slowly, making sure everything is lubricated... of course it is... and I start moving faster, my hips clashing against your naked ass, I am fucking you roughly now, hard, fucking you good... I hold your hips and that helps myself to push even deeper, you moan. We went to my bedroom and sat in the dark on the edge of my bed waiting for the show to begin. We made some small talk for a while then we heard an audible groan from Teresa, quickly followed by a loud, ‘Jesus Christ!’ I had the bathroom light on and could see Al’s face go completely blank. Then we heard her whimpering, moaning and grunting. All the signs of a woman getting ‘fucked.’ I made sounds like that when I dated this guy that had a big one. All he did was ‘slam-fuck,’ not much fun. A few days before opening, I was really stressed out. When Sheri got out of work that day, around 3:30, she came right to the shop without going home. I’m sure in some part of my mind I was excited she was coming, but in the moment I was so scattered that I completely forgot.When she arrived, she found me in our network room, covered in dry wall dust and dirt, hanging an equipment rack on the wall.“Hey, how is it going?” she asked as she entered the room.“OK,” I replied. “Just so much to do. I.