At the door to the guest bedroom I peeked inside. Connie, or at least a woman, was lying on the bed. She had folded the covers neatly and then placed ...hem on the floor at the foot of the bad. She was lying back on the bed, nude from the waist down and the only thing she wore was an oversized white T-shirt. The way she was wearing it had her covered above her waist, even her face was hidden.Before I could step into the room the orange tomcat scooted inside, jumping on the dresser and folding his. I want to spend the weekend with you.” I felt like I'd been punched in the gut as I started thinking through the impossibility of such a thing. But I also felt a throb of pleasure in my sappy little pussy.“I'd have to talk to him. I don't know if we could work it out. Couldn't you just come over Saturday and maybe stay overnight?” He looked at me with a desire that only stoked the fire that was already kindling in me.“No, that's not what I want. I want you to be with me. I want you to be mine.. " "Hey, I'm a queen, buster." "I'm sorry, queen," he stated, before kissing me and lowering himself back to my twat. His tongue went back up in there, and we exchanged eye contact yet again. I immediately felt him slathering my pussy walls with his saliva, but only for a moment. I just kept my palms flat on the end of the desk and watched him closely. I saw his head move a bit, but he never let his eyes off mine. We both knew what was to come in the coming minutes, if not just seconds, and we. "This way," she said, taking my hand. I was shocked that the touch of her fingers on mine was enough to make me hard.One short, lust-fuelled walk later, and we were in a relatively private place: an employees' only corridor, tucked into a dark, recessed doorway. It must have been under sixty seconds from first kiss to the point where I was buried in her soaking wet cunt, her leg hooked over my arm. I kept thinking, °Damn, she's flexible!° She thrust against me as hard as I thrust into her. I'm.