" Was his motto.Sleep deprived, I made mistakes at work. Melissa called me on most of them. "Get your act together, Ruby. You're making me look bad." ...he was the office assistant I had been hired to support. Which mean I did all the work. She taste-tested coffee all day.The following Sunday night I went out for a beer with Donald. I drank more than usual, and ended up letting him fuck me, until his back wore out. He jacked off the rest of the way. I had fallen asleep while his dick tapped the. "Wanna go somewhere more private?" she asked me."Ya, what were you thinking?" I responded."My car is outside."With that, she grabbed my hand and led me to her suburban in the parking lot. We both got in the back and immediately started making out. Her hand started rubbing the buldge in my pants and I started biting her neck and rubbing her tits."Let's get more comfy," she said. She slipped her dress over her head, took off her black lace bra and then her heels. I took everything I was wearing. I broke ourlip lock long enough to take her hand, lead her into our bedroom, thenthrow her down on the bed. Most times, I didn't even bother to undressher; at least, not right away. I simply scrunched her skirt up around herhips, slipped off her lacey thong, and feasted on her hot, throbbingpussy. Joanna was always as good as her word that morning. She wasn't justsoaked; she was gushing. After six or eight good orgasms, my magnificentmate was finally sated. She buckled into her strap-on harness. I undid my zipper and took it out, took it out and just started whacking off, just like some horned-out fifteen year old. It wasn't long ... a minute, maybe two tops and I felt myself coming, thick globs of semen splattering across the keyboard, spotting the screen, my gut wrenched with the force of it. I sank back into the big leather chair, bright spots swirling on my periphery, my cock already softening. I took a gulp of air, then another. It was sweet ... forty years of jerking off and.