I started to massage her pussy with the base of my hand, pouring a little more oil. Her pussy was now slippery with oil and her juices; I then parted ...he lips and slowly started a tattoo along the inside of her lips with my fingers. She was now on fire; she was moaning in low guttural sounds and after sometime started bucking. I changed the tempo ever so frequently, fast to slow to fast and so on. She was on fire. All of a sudden I increased the speed and she matched it by bucking her pelvis. I guess I like being aloner better.'Not so long ago, this particular loner was a technician inhis mid-forties, content if not satisfied at his job, andregarding Boston's "Peace of Mind" as his theme music.That was before he got all the new hardware, not actuallynew but new to him, from among all the stuff in, on andnext to the dumpsters behind the hi-tech buildings. Or, atleast, so she presumed.New technology had a thing, it seemed, about jettisoninggood old computers. It was amazing what you. " I don't want to have sex today, I'd rather we have a talk." [/i] She went to boil a cup of tea."You don't want sex??? [/b]I don't believe you, honey. I really need a fuck now. I am a man, I have strong urges and I've been looking forward for this moment for the whole week." I was so astonished about this unexpected turn of events. But who can understand women? Certainly, I can't. Especially not 67 year old grandmothers with a tendency for the kinky."It's just that you are always in such a. ”William was an older man, impeccably dressed. He had longer wavy hair—for a career city attorney—with a graying thin beard, mustache and eyebrows. The gray hadn’t reached the thick hair on his head yet.“It’s fine,” Phil said, waving the concern away. “Though I’m earning a reputation as a frequent flier in the ER.”“Don’t worry about the costs,” Sgt. Becker assured him. “I discussed it with the City Council. We’ll cover all expenses you incurred working for us.”“That’s appreciated, but I’m.