!The phone snapped him out of his reverie."No, I'm sorry, Mrs. Dexter is not here," he lied. "... Instant Press? Okay, I'll have her give a call the b...ginning of next week."Damn phone! Just when he was getting into some real heart-throbbing thought! Well ... as long as the spell was broken, might as well get down to business."397-8294," he muttered around the stem of his pipe tightly clenched between his teeth. "Hope to hell she's home."* * *Friday afternoon and Ann Dexter was all thumbs with. The 3 remaining blacks who’s names I had already forgotten were jabbering away in some African American speech that I could not really follow but from their gestures it was obvious they were deciding the batting order and taking the piss out of the newly to become cuckold.About 20 minutes later Dean returned looking flushed and smelling of sex, to his credit he looked sheepish and did not accept the offer of high fives from the black boys, he turned to me and asked if I were ok, I replied with. Extreme temperatures don’t bother me, and I didn’t consider that it was hot enough to almost scald a person.” I sighed. “Just a lot of stupid mistakes.”She reached out like she was going to rest her hand on my arm, only to just pat me once instead. “Well, I think it’ll be alright. If he really just wanted to thank you, then we shouldn’t have to worry about it becoming a problem.”“Yeah,” I agreed simply, sliding down in my seat a little.“Don’t beat yourself up too hard,” she continued. “But. Feeling no resistance, I push more, watching my shaft slowly bury into you, each hardened vein pulsing, my cock still pulsing with my heartbeat. You moan, “Fuck Me Now, Fuck Me Hard” I push deep within you, down to my hilt; although before you had retreated, now you push back, impaling your pussy with my cock, your cheeks meet my lap with a slap. We pull apart and re-strike even harder, my cock buries into you, my balls slap your lips. I have grasped your hips with my hands and drive myself.