When I finished, I was yawning. The tubewas muted, and the scotch in JC's cocktail glass was diluted. Thebottle of 18-year-old MacCallan was half-dr...nk. I sipped from the glassof fragrant, amber liquor that he had left for me and took a house tour.His wife had spent a small part of his fortune decorating thisMcMansion. There was bric-a-brac everywhere, and along with some veryserious looking abstract impressionism. She was a vivacious but fadingUSC Song Girl with blonde hair going ashen,. Now they all wore at least 3 inch heels and few failed to have on cute, short skirts, frilly and flounced or tight across the ass. He was pleased that most had given up pantyhose for proper stockings. He suspected some occasionally omitted the panties. Several had shrunk their waists, giving even the lithe blonde with slightly inadequate superstructure quite a figure. Slinky blouses made the most of their upper-story assets.By the time several pitchers of Margaritas were history and the. Her breath is coming in deep pants now, and her wet, gaping pussy expands and contracts with it.Climbing up on top of her on the bed, I rip off her shirt and leave her bare beneath me. Her labored breathing causes the muscles under her skin to flex nicely. I run my hands over her the supple flesh of her back and savor how it feels before climbing off.My beds are made in a very specific way, for the very specific uses I have for them. This one is an absorbent, disposable mattress on a very. 
“Wait... Please no...” 
He paid you no attention. He started to push what had to be a massive cock into your underused cunt. He split you open with his sudden insertion, pressing all the way to your cervix. Your eyes rolled back into your head as a breathless “Oh my GOD!” escaped your lips. 
One hand gently held you down against the table as the other softly stroked your hip, all the while fucking you with deep, hard strokes. 
Your entire mind was focused on the incredible pleasure the man’s.