Along the way, I found out that Stick was single, forty years old, and had no kids from his first marriage that ended, because he was working too hard...to build his business. She left him the year before he finally made the big sales that locked him into the higher level of income that he now enjoyed.Over the years, he'd dated numerous women, but they never worked out, because they all wanted him to work more, since they thought he was lazy. He thought that he was smart, and enjoyed his coffee. My tight girly masterpiece finally assuaged, only my clitty needing some male attention for my orgasmic finale. My sweet enclosing encasing pussy wetness and my desire to be fucked was so evident. I was moaning. The guy under me groaning. My enjoyment was so clear, clearer than it had been for a long time. I was in absolute bodily pleasure being taken by a jacking cock, prising up into me.“Oh you filthy bastard” I exclaimed, and then the sensation reduced me to a primal trashy slut, as I was. So if you think you are going to cry **** or something like that forget it. If you will look up in the ceiling looking right at you will notice a video camera that has captured everything that has happened since we pulled in the garage.”“Oh Josh why did you do that. Please don’t show anyone those pictures,” Sally was feeling rather desperate now. She was known in her community as a very moral woman and this would totally ruin her reputation and probably end her marriage.“I wonder what. ." Then you're not a fag," I said. "I mean it. You're a man. That's all." I sucked your cock," he sighed."Oh. Thanks a lot," I frowned, but he couldn't see it. "I licked your pussy too, remember?" No, I don't mean like that," he said. "I just mean ... I sucked a cock." No," I shook my head. "You can't separate me from my dick, come on. I'm a package deal, Ron." I know." I know you like fucking," I giggled, wanting to cheer him up."Yeah, I like it." So what's the difference?" I asked him..