Sharp, I rang the doorbell. She lived in one of those older houses that had once been the elegant home of some faculty member or administrator back in...the ‘20s or ‘30s, a big house with large rooms and high ceilings that had been carved up by some later owner into a bunch of smaller apartments and single rooms, and rented to students. It may have been a beautiful place once, but from the outside it sure looked like a fucking dump now: a dirty, white clapboard house with some sort of green moss. “Oh that’s lovely Peter” She said as she lifted up her hips to meet me in time with my thrusting. “Hump me faster, and fill me with your creamy cum” She shouted out loud in ecstasy as I did my best to satisfy her very hungry pussy. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing from her, the randy bitch. I slammed it into her as quick as I could muster. Her fingernails scratched across my ass cheeks as she egged me on to do her faster as her virginal muscles gripped and relaxed around my shaft until I. Their banter was playful. Each allowed the curtain to slip and reveal the inner human being. She had not planned to spend the night—had told him so on arrival. Somehow they ended up in bed together a little after midnight, his bed…her bed, their marital bed. While lacking the pure thrill and lust of their first coupling it was far and away different, more tender and better than their other times together. It was as if they both let go…let each other inside…made love. In fact she was certain he. Holding her hips I adjusted her so her feet were on the ground and her tits and arms could rest on her desk and I could easily get my entire cock inside her. Her clit was so thick that the bottom vein of my dick was rubbing it on each stroke. Holding her hips I just pounded her pussy as hard as I could. I am surprised nobody called the police because Frankie was a screamer…. ‘You’re fucking my pussy so good.’ ‘It’s so nice to have a cock fill me up for a change.’ Feeling her pussy really.