"Oh Robbie! I fucking love your cock in my ass!" groaned Mrs Jones.So laying on top of her, I began thrusting into her tight little ass, and even thou...h it was so much tighter than her pussy I soon had a good steady rhythm going."Oh Robbie! Oh Robbie!" groaned Mrs Jones as she took my cock in her backdoor.It wasn't long before I picked up the pace, and with my cock coated in hers and my juices I was soon sliding in and out of her asshole like a piston, and once again Mrs Jones was begging for. I understood the frustration between employee and employer but I was hardly invested in it. I had a sort of neglectful relationship with my superiors. The chef mostly avoided me, expecting enough out of me that he could avoid micromanaging. The owner never could leave well enough alone and so I had to deal with her trying to reeducate me from time to time. Nothing really stuck, I had learned to do my job quite well and I did it equally with or without scrutiny. She usually respected that. Some. Feeling weightless and heavy all at once, Tillie rode her orgasm till the end, shuddering with each micro orgasm that followed.David was flooded with her juices, he sucked, licked and swallowed as fast as he could but there was no way he could get it all. His face was plastered with her cum, flowing like small rivers down his face.Her full weight rested on his head now and after a minute or two he pulled her a bit up, setting her down on the couch.“Is that mine?” She whispered between ragged. .. wait a minute. Do you really?andyman: Sure. Don't you?daddyjack: I guess so. But I don't really ask.andyman: I don't either, because I don't really care. I mean, it's all fantasy anyway, right?daddyjack: rightandyman: I mean, when I'm chatting for fun and excitement ... lol ... I want to talk about women doing things to men and vice versa. So, do I really care if 'Veronica' has a penis or a vagina? As long as she/he can talk about both convincingly, I don't really care who's actually typing.