As Mark was putting the finishing touches on dinner, Emily came out into the kitchen walking carefully and wearing a glazed look on her face. “You o...?” asked Mark now a bit concerned.“I just had my brained fucked out by the man I love more than life itself, what do you think?” said Emily with a tired smile.Chapter 8 Finally, it was the time that Emily had been half dreading, half looking forward to. It was time to go back to work. Three weeks before, Mark had put his two-week notice in. His. She looked at me confused. I made her sit diagonally in a way that she was half lied down and spread her legs wide open. She was a little scared as she thought I was about to penetrate her tight wet pussy. But before she could react or say anything I buried my head between her legs and started kissing her pussy over her panty. She was right she was damn wet down there.The sweet aroma of her pussy juice filled my nose. That was like the scent of sex and was indeed the best. I lifted her panty. "Huh? What about them?"Jim felt a pang of unfocused fear, and his voice broke into a whisper. "Why would anyone ever build sound barriers for corn fields?"Cindy shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. Who cares? Maybe it's a Nebraska State requirement or something. Do they bother you?"Jim didn't answer directly. "Don't they look bigger now? Taller?" Well, yeah, now that you mention it. So what? Maybe they were twelve feet high by my car, maybe now they're... I'm guessing seventeen feet. So. As I thought, he was standing there, an obvious tent in his pants. He introduced himself as Zane, from England. We went into one of the private rooms and he got straight to business without speaking a word. He threw me onto the bed roughly, quickly stripping off both of our clothes. He sat on my chest, pushing his big, easily eight inch cock, into my mouth and fucking it. I was in total shock; it was all happening so fast and I was getting wet. My mouth was being abused, but I was getting wet.