Then it clicked, I gave him a wink and touched his bulging crotch.“I see you understand” He took my hand.“Fuck it, why not” I said to him.I to...k my sweater off to reveal my work attire, and stepped out of my knickers.“Do you like what you see” I asked him.He didn’t answer but unzipped his pants and took them off.It wasn’t long before he had me bent over his desk, and he was sliding his big cock inside my tight pussy.I wasn’t wet but it didn’t take long before I was, as he fucked me so hard. Four months after the move Catherine came home to find most of Jim's stuff gone and a note saying he had moved back to their old city and would be filing for divorce. No hard feelings. Catherine later found out he moved in with his girlfriend who he apparently had had for the last four years. She also worked in Jim's old office, no wonder he didn't want to leave.Catherine didn't mind being alone, she had dated some, and was getting over the betrayal. She was still young, 27, good looking and. He was in total command; every probe with his huge fuck pole was so deliberate inside me. My prostate was being repeatedly probed as he thrust and out of my bottom.It was otherwise quiet in the room but as he quickened the pace the headboard started banging against the wall and you near a slurping sound as he pumped me with his huge 'piston'. I was groaning out loud as I felt a huge sensation building deep inside my bum. He too was starting to loose his cool. Sweat beads were forming on his. The air, though warm, still feels nice on her bare legs. A pathetic little breeze even manages to blow upwards through her night shirt, lapping gently against her undies and at the light dampness between her thighs. She leans lazily over the railing of the balcony and sucks on the top of her popsicle, pouting and smacking her plush, red lips each time she slips the heavenly sweet ice from her mouth. Aya’s head tilts and eases side-to-side as she looks across the city, her slender, dark eyes.