Her inarticulate noises became continuous as Jim picked up the pace.Jim’s eyes were closed; his face a mask of concentration; his arms locked and ri...id, palms against the carpet on either side of the cushions under Lois’ head. Her wet pussy produced squishy noises on every stroke, and she felt her juices leaking down her ass. She’d been fucked many times on these cushions, so she wasn’t worried about leaving a stain.Lois arched her back and thrust her hips up against Jim’s cock, using her long. At 30 years old, I'm tall, yes, but I'm also overweight, prematurely losing my hair, and I need strong prescription glasses to see beyond the end of my nose (contact lenses just won't cut it). The few times I've tried to date, they leave as soon as possible, usually with a line about not feeling a "spark" even though I "seem very nice." Well, I'm sick of being the poster boy for "Nice guys finish last."Fortunately, my brain didn't fail me the way my looks did. I am almost always the smartest. Anyway I worked in this ward for a couple of weeks and I got quite pally with one of the nurses sheila Harrington was her name she was Irish about 28 and very sporty she was telling me that every Tuesday after work they used to go onto the sports field and play hockey and they were always looking for new players so thought I would give it a go, it was a great crack about a dozen or so evey week play for a couple of hours and go and spend the evening in the bar afterwards any way this particular. We started to grind, the music taking over my body. My ass was tightly pressed to his cock, and each time I swirled, rolled and ground against him, his fingers gripped my hips as I felt him getting harder. It was really turning me on, and that was a bad thing because I had no panties and my dress was very short.Fuck, was that his fingers? I swore I had just felt something against my pussy. But it was probably the dress. It had to be. But after about a minute, I felt it again, and slower. His.