As I pushed into her she went over the edge and fell into a mind blowing orgasim. She thrashed and shuddered as I started to pound away and show her p...ssy no mercy. Her cunt muscles tried to clamp my cock but I was too strong and kept my rythum. I love to watch my womens boobs bounce as my cock bottoms out inside their pussies. She was breathing heavy and meeting my thrust as I continued my pounding. After several minutes I was ready to cum so I went in as deep as I could and flooded her. Well, Elizabeth wouldn't be the one to tell her, not yet anyway — after all, Stan was right, a simple fantasy meant nothing.The following Wednesday, it was Stan's turn to drive. That afternoon, Denise asked if they could go for a meal instead of just a drink, "'cuz I didn't have time for lunch today." Stan agreed, because he couldn't think of an excuse not to."You make the reservations, Stan. I'm like putty in your hands tonight!" she joked.Stan didn't think much of the joke, but he waited. Sometimes he was the babysitter, standing by with injections and inhalers, and other times, he was glooking obscure TSC systems for their functions and the consequences of their dysfunctions. The patriarch was barking orders, coughing up phlegm, and banging on his comp with his free hand. He was no longer looking cool and collected. His hair lay sweaty on his head and a musty smell seemed to waft off of him.Another alarm went off on Benni's comp. He pressed the comp's pad and stopped to read.. But Ron’s place was where some of the wilder times we’d have occurred. See, I am a girly-girl. I love to be nicely dressed, and I believe dresses and skirts are what I should be wearing, and jeans were for Tomboys. I wore heels probably 90% of the time, and I had exactly three pairs of flat shoes, one of them being sneakers. Ron was a man’s man, of sorts. I think that is why I was so attracted to him. Where I was soft, he was rough, and where I was gentle, Ron wasn’t. Most of all, Ron took what.