“Sorry, Eric. I need the crummy light to see what I’m doing.”“If you move by the door, the lighting’s better,” he suggested. He stood and ...at on the floor in the corner of the room, still holding his head.Glancing up, Robert noticed he was correct. The overhead light was past its prime. Carrying the microphone, he dragged his chair over by the door, turned the light off and sat, examining it again.“This is no way to conduct an investigation,” Stanley muttered to no one in particular. As Robert. ’ Then she picked up speed.For the next three miles, it was all I could do to keep up, but I didn’t do it well.At the park she was waiting for me by the water fountain and said, “I thought I lost you back there.”“You ... uh ... you did,” I gasped. “I died ... uh ... about a mile back and ... and ... and this is just my ghost coming to haunt your ass.”“Don’t beat yourself up. You did pretty good.”“Thanks.” I said before sucking down a liter of water from the fountain. I knew I had sweat pouring. As I said, Pam had suggested that we try Anal sex as she had witnessed me deflower Ruth’s arse and was impressed with my technique of trying to minimise the pain and suffering normally acquainted with the first time of being fucked in this area, I had visited the apartment a couple of times since but with Gillian around had not had the opportunity to fill Pam’s request, she had passed me a couple of times in the passage coming close to me and whispering “you owe me” then walking away patting. He moved his hips back and forth, pumping his dick between her lovely tits. It felt weird to Kimberly but not unpleasant. The fact that it was her boss doing it disgusted her, but she thought that if it had been her husband it would be very sensual. She always had sensitive tits. Her eyes crossed as she looked down her nose when Steve's cock bumped into her chin. He was rocking back and forth with increasingly longer strokes. She was being violated, abused, but she couldn't resist the need to.