“You know what I want? I want to hear you moaning, no, screaming my name as you cum around my fingers. I need to hear my name on your lips as your b...dy shakes from what I’m doing to it. Can you do that for me Ana?” Now Max’s voice had taken on a desperate edge as he wound his fingers into my hair, pulling me up so he could continue whispering into my ear as he added yet another finger to the slick heat between my legs. “Max...oh fuck me….Max!” His name was a sob, a moan, and a prayer all mixed. In spite of that, I got to know Angie that year. Mr. B's business dealings left his wife home alone a lot. Every now and then she would ask me to give her a hand with something around the house. More often than not it entailed reaching up into high kitchen cupboards which she could not get to, seeing as she was only 5' 3". Such was the case one July morning. I was out shooting hoops, trying to perfect my fade away jump shot when Angie appeared. Could I "be a dear and get the giant pasta pot. " He stopped thrusting and pulled out. He quickly yanked the rubber off his cock before stuffing it back in me. Feeling that warmth once again caused me to let out a subtle, "Ahhh, that's more like it." He picked up where he left off but fucked me even faster that time. I was shifting my hips back and forth to meet each thrust. I knew with a wider baby canal, it was going to take a little longer for both of us to cum. With my lips pressed against his ear, I encouraged with a louder whisper of. I couldn’t get over it. I knew I had to do something about it. As I told Trina, I had a day off so I asked a pilot friend of mine if he would take me to the university to see an old friendfor a couple of hours. I leased a car and drove from the airport to the university. My friend said he would wait at the airport for me. He had some friends he said he would hang out with, while I was gone. I wore a hooded sweatshirt that said Michigan State University and a mask over my face when I approached.