Your hips piston, slamming your balls into my face, and it pushes my fingers more deeply into you. Your breathing comes in short, ragged gasps. With b...th hands free, I reach to spank your firm, rounded cheeks short and sharp. Then I grip your buttocks in one hand while I wiggle, push, and pull my fingers in and out, over and again. Then I pull you firmly to me, forcing your rock-hard erection almost as far as I can take you. The head of your cock hits the back of my throat as you utter garbled. The weather was cold, but there was no snow on the ground yet. Just the same, the prevailing color was brown. Sue drove the twenty minutes to the plant while I told her about what caused me to strike out on my own. I didn't tell her that I had separated from my wife, and she didn't ask any questions, just listened.We arrived at the plant and we walked onto the production floor after I'd pulled on the obligatory white smock and hair net. Sue led me over to the two machines that were giving her. I barely knew her and more admired her from afar. Then, in the second year, we were placed in the same study group. I got to know her better. Most people in business school were in their late 20s. Amy was 27 and I was 32, having suffered a few additional years in the real world before deciding I could use an MBA. The added experience gave me a real-world edge on many of my classmates. At some point or another, I summoned up the courage to ask Amy to dinner. Much to my delight she said. The air became charged. Her bob began to grow, as the static made it wild. I felt the electricity dancing along my skin.The tesla coils powered up, ionizing the air. Purple lightning began to dance between them and the gate. There were no stray arcs, to my immense relief.I could taste ozone on the tip of my tongue. The doorframe became opaque, then black. It slowly lightened, to the colour you see when your eyes are closed. Opal had to shout to be heard over the crackle of the lightning, even.