"She stares in my eyes again.She speaks slowly."I HAVE to do this."I'm assuming she's telling herself this more than me. God knows I'm convinced.She's...arguing with years of sexual repression. Years of hearing how ladies are supposed to act. Years of being told how women are not supposed to act like men."I need you hard. I need your dick - your hard cock."Yup — I think she won her inner argument.She moves her hands further up my thighs to my belly - just above the area where she was previously. She shouldn't stand with her arms folded under her breasts like that. What it looked like to me was that she had laid them on her arms, and was offering them up to me like a mid-day treat on a tray.I know. Don't say it. If you're a man, you understand. If you're a woman, you never will."Want me to get you half a dozen?" I asked."Where is this new mess you speak of?" she asked. I'd been giving her the tour and had started in the storage room first.I took her to my desk, which was in one corner. Then he stared sucking my wet nipples, I was moaning and stroking his dick with my hands. He turned me around in the shower cubicle and lifted my ass and started fucking me doggy style with his hands on my ass. While he was drilling his 7 inch tool inside my asshole , my 36 inch boobs were dangling and shaking . He enjoyed seeing my tits hang in the air and shake . I was moaning for more as I did not want him to stop. He kept fucking me in that position for ten minutes and then took out his. Then I paused, and the most devious, dirty plan passed through my little blonde head. I couldn’t wait to get home.That night, after dinner, we went down to the same local bar for a night cap. When she went to the ladies room, I talked to a few of my guy friends about Lanie, and that I wanted them to lead her on, then dump her near the end of the evening. That night went as planned, and when we got back to my apartment, she had some frustration in her eyes. I had scoped out where she hid the.