Taking firm hold of your ass, I pull it toward me as I force my cock into it as hard as I can.It's not going to take long, I can tell. You are so tigh... around me. As I fuck you, I collapse a little with pleasure. I'm leaning over you a little, pulling your hair as I regain my balance. Thrusting faster against me, you obviously know what I know. In moments, I'm going to cum. I can't hold back against this.Starting to retract, I feel your feet behind me. Continuing to thrust for a moment, the. Still, if Allie likes it, then I like it, and she clearly was liking it, judging by the grunting and moaning she was making. Good thing her house is sort of out in the middle of nowhere, or we’d have the cops on us in no time, thinking someone was getting tortured. Allie bent back and put her hands on my knees for support and rode to a great finish. The only other contact between us was my cock in her pussy, sliding in and out as she lowered and raised her sweet cunt on my rod. I figured she. Not all my ideas were winners, but over time, Sol could see the change in our volume and profits and was very supportive, even with the odd failure.Without any personal hobbies, I wanted to find some thing that would give me some time away from the store and possibly some pleasure as well. I briefly though about night school, then decided against it. I couldn’t find an academic course that interested me. However, I did notice there were a number of social development classes that might be. "I never asked Walt how he had learned about 'Pat's Place'. He wasn't a guy that I would have thought would ever have to pay for sex. It was way too easy for him to talk cute little Dixie chicks out of their panties. But I was intrigued by the idea. My love life was still stuck in neutral, and memories of my bizarre experience with Bobbi Jo were all I had to fall back on. Walt knew that, and kidded me about my "lack of nookie" frequently, which explained why he thought I would find 'Pat's.