Now drop your pants and mount me.” I move between her legs to tease her clit but she has other ideas. She grabs my hair and pulls me up to kiss. �...I’ve been looking for a place where I can have my wicked way with you since we started. I’m soaking with desire. Forget foreplay. Just make love to me.” In my eagerness I miss her tight pussy-hole and before I can re-try she remarks, “Sorry, that’s my fault for removing your landing strip. Let me guide you.” We both laughing like adolescent k**s.. I was pretty sure I could find a co-worker who might be willing to make out sexual fantasies come true. Then, one day a few weeks back, Michelle decided to pick me up from work. I stepped outside and told her I was finishing up on a hot project and asked if she would mind waiting. As I finished up my project, I over heard two co-workers talking about a “hot chiquita” outside. At the time, I didn’t know they were talking about Michelle. Only after I stepped back outside, did I realized whom they. "Areyou okay?"Bee was not okay -- that was clear without her needing to say a word.She was a pale, shaken thing. I tried my hardest to think of a joke,but she didn't look like she would remember how to laugh if I did."...Kiddo, it-" the wagon bumped against a dead body clothed in black.Bee shut her eyes and turned her head. "It's okay, Bee. It'll all beokay." ...I...," she said softly, then hesitated, then leaned into me."...I... I-I killed somebody." It's not your fault," I said."...He. She moaned, almost cutely, "You are quite the pretty, little lady. Do you mind if I kiss you again?" I shook myself, trying to stay focused and coherent amidst my horny madness. "No, Miss. I'd love it," I confessed, biting my thin lips in anticipation. As soon as her mouth touched mine, my cunt tightened and I could feel its aching needs surge up into my belly. I needed to cum. I didn't know if I would be able to survive until my release; if I was released. I boiled with desire as she made love.