Our chests brushed together, our bodies working as one. I looked up at him."Oh man, your ass is getting me off so bad," he said."I can't believe we're...doing this," I said."I'm gonna fuck you ever Sunday from now on," he said. "Every Sunday and every chance I get, I want to fuck you." Same here, man, same here." One breathless instant later I was kissing him, our tongues vying for positions in each other's mouths. My thick thighs were wrapped around his tight athletic waist. We were fucking like. Would you like to taste hertoo?" I was in heaven as she giggled and wiggled her sweet bottom in myface, the tart tang of her hot anus blending sweetly with the perfume ofher aroused womanhood."Yes Mistress!" I blurted out as my nose slipped into the silk clad cleftof her buttocks. She walked slowly away leaving me on my knees, toward ahuge bed with four marble pillars; it seemed to take her an eternity toget there, allowing me a view of each sway of her beautiful arse. Sheturned and cracked the. Just a few minutes.I can't be late. Not even now. The competition level for the masters program is insane. My record has to be perfect.. The bottom of my caked mess of hair is still COVERED in stinky, thick cum. I look at my sweater for a few seconds and throw it on. I tuck my hair into it, down through head hole. It tickles and sticks to my sweaty body. The smells mix and immediately begin to brew together.“I am going to have a SERIOUS chat with Bran when I get home.” I stomp out the. I've had a lot of hard nights in the 6 months since she left. She, being my girlfriend of 6 years, Brigid Wonderly. She said she wanted a man with higher aspirations than being a mall cop. I think she just couldn't handle being with a man with this dangerous of a job, never knowing when the store manager might show up at her door to announce my demise.And for the record, I ain't no fucking mall cop. I am an investigator. I sit in a room full of cameras, watching the store for shoplifters,.