"You're goddamn right she does. I know that fucking whoo-o-oo-o-ore is getting dicked----FUCK!---dicked down by some huge fucking guy." Rhonda could b...rely speak through the hard fucking. It didn't take much more hard, deep, fast strokes before she was squirting all over Ron's cock, balls, and thighs. Her pussy juices shloshed past her loose labia, and pooled up on the sheets underneath her. Then, after catching her breath, she shoved Ron off of her."Wha-what? Are you ok?" He asked. Please take a deep breath." she said.The stethoscope was cold, sending a shiver down my back as I breathed in. I slowly let the breath out, feeling her hand rest on my shoulder. This sent a further shiver down my back as she moved the stethoscope to my chest. I became almost painfully aware of her proximity to me - her presence was beginning to make my body tingle all over. I breathed in once again and thought I felt her hand tighten on my shoulder."Your breathing seems to be in good order. She swallows, wipes her lips on a napkin from the glove box and says good night. Then she gets out of the car and that’s it.That’s it.I drive home. I can still feel her lips on my dick. I can still feel them the next morning on my way to work. And while sitting at my desk while making my morning sales calls. Finally, at lunch, I go find my buddy and bust his chops about ditching me with ‘geek girl.’ Then I harass him for the sister’s phone number. I go back to my desk and call her.“Hi, I don’t. The three hopeful guys were not going to be a consideration, but I am sure they got a thrill from my cock grab. One of them, I wished was a candidate I selected the forty-year-old guy. Impressively, his long hard cock stretched to the waistband of his slacks and was fighting against his belt. The Italian guy’s big bulge also felt awesome.I was wishing Nick would say that we could squeeze both of them into the video booth. The runner up, the Italian guy, was disappointed, but I quickly leaned.