”The idea of masturbating next to her while she did the same made me immediately hard.“I have to get myself off a lot,” she said softly. “I th...ink about you a lot when I do it. Do you remember that one night when you came to my apartment?”I did. It wasn’t a night I liked to think about. I had had a panic attack and fled her apartment, making up some half-baked story about why I had to leave and barging in on her while she was taking a shower to tell her.“You probably don’t know that I had hoped. ..'Dirty little cunt, treating me like that. You have the lowest job in the school, you cum dump, husband-ignoring daughter of a whore. Take this, and this, and this!' Sir was plunging his enraged persona up Miss Jones' ass through his rampant cock. 'Give me that cum so deep Sir. Be a good hun for Miss Jones...'Sir was not amused being patronised as the client of a hooker. He slapped Miss Jones' cheeks twice, then her ass six times. 'NEVER, EVER, EVER call me hun, you frustrated failure of a. The glasses never budged.As Shelly spun around slowly I got to check out her big ass. It was a little flabby, it certainly had some excess cellulite, but it sure looked fuckable too. Like they say, ‘the bigger the cushion the better the pushing.’Holding her big boobs in her hands Shelly said, “They make nice pillows too. My husband really likes to fall asleep on them after a long session of sex.”I just had to ask, “So how long does your husband last.”Shelly laughed and said, “You men are all. " Dawn said."But Amy really scares me." So did my husband," Dawn said. "He was a great guy, but he didn't understand engineering or running a business. He was a musician. He lived to play the guitar. You should have seen him at a party," Dawn reminisced. "Someone would find him an old guitar and he'd start playing and singing, and before long there'd be a crowd around him."Dawn got a faraway look in her eyes and then she said, "Did Kim ever tell you I got my PhD from Maryland State.