I walked up the stairs slowly, felling the last couple of steps in my back and legs. I didn't yet understand how I could feel so physically drained fr...om what I was doing, but the thought that I felt weak in the legs like I'd run ten miles was even weirder.I opened the fridge and grabbed the unfinished half of my sub and an iced tea. My fingers actually shook as I unwrapped the clingy plastic. The first bite was sheer bliss, and the second and third were not far behind it. In between bites I. . . Fuck me, Harry. Fuck my pussy till I collapse". Following her lead, Harry sat back against the arm of the couch and pulled her on top of him, her tits jiggling slightly as he did. Stacy undid Harry's jeans and boxers, letting his swollen cock swing up, pointing to the sky and, more importantly, her dripping cunt. Her eyes wide at site of how big his monstrous, veiny, bulbous cock was, she hesitated slightly, then slammed her cunt down on his cock. Both of them screamed "FUCK!" and. And I know I can trust Rebecca to make sure they understand just how important it is that no one even suspects that they ran into "Jimmy" somewhere. Meeting David Malcolm – the man who had saved Angela Osborne – and his secretary, Christine, is just a vacation story."In truth, I was going to be dropping in on them later to make sure they didn't say anything to anyone about me. A simple inhibition should be enough to assure that if anyone brought me up, they would remember me, but nothing short. Classy dress, knee high boots, and of course her sexy bob cut. We made small talk, asking what we'd been up to etc.....but we weren't going to stay for pudding. It was quite clear that we both wanted to shag like rabbits and you could sense the sexual anticipation. As we left the restaurant it was a foggy night, and she pointed out to me that I couldn't possibly go home to South West London. I had an urge to bend her over a car in the street and lift her skirt up, but managed to control myself..