We got into my car. I turned towards him to say something. He looked at me, a good 21st century man, and said he wanted to kiss me. My breath was sudd...nly shallow but my cock started pressing my boxer briefs. I nodded as he leaned in and kissed me lightly, at first. Sweat, his subtle cologne, and our need seemed to swirl. My mouth parted and his tongue slid in. I moaned as his hand caressed my cheek.We looked at each other like horny teenagers as we walked to the elevator in the condo building,. He rubbed it through the slit, up and down pushed it in hard. He was half way. I screamed, he held my mouth, pulled back, rubbed again.He then gave me a grand thrust, holding my mouth. I felt like a lightning entered inside me, shattered my pussy wall with force. He paused for a few seconds, while sucking my lips. He then slowly started to pump me, squeezing my boobs. I was in tears with pain and joy. I held his waist with both of my hands. He was ramming me steadily and increasing his speed.. First stop: the mall.I ran into the lingerie shop I’d visited yesterday, avoiding eye contact with everyone. My cheeks burned red as I realized that everyone, everyone was staring at the girl with the huge rack and the long legs and the high heels - why had I worn high heels? She was the kind of girl who you could tell was easy, a girl that drew everyone’s attention ... And that girl was me. If I looked up, I knew that I’d catch some guy’s eye, and a few minutes later we’d be in the back seat. “Joan is,because unless she does, I’m going to tell you a coupleof things about your wife.”“What?” said Joan. “You bastard!” She managed to get herarm free enough to slap Cal hard on the face before hegrabbed her hand. She began sobbing hysterically.“What are you talking about?” said Wendell.“Ask Joan,” said Cal calmly. He began moving in and outof Joan with his penis. He didn’t say another word. Joanstopped crying and.