. all she knows is cock until she is no longer Chris or Stacy or anything human, she is a burning light of ecstasy exploding over and over again until... everything becomes completely white...VI...white like the hot light overhead on the ceiling of his hotel room. Chris falls back onto the bed, body shaking. He closes his eyes to catch his breath, he has never been so winded before, and nothing can stop his ragged breathing. Several hot loads of cum stick to his belly, something is wrapped around. Most interesting though, there were no tan lines. Some of the guys and a couple of women were cheering her on, but the rest were just staring. One woman, though, was holding up Becky's blazer, encouraging her to put it on. Just then Margaret Pearson came out of her office. Margaret is my assistant manager in charge of product development. As my longest employee I also count on her to maintain productivity for all the staff, not just production. I regard her as my Sergeant Major, and as such she. If not then she,d next lift one of her marvellous mammaries to her lips and suck her own nipple switching from one titbto the other which helped get her going as well. If that Didn,t work then she,d finger her own fanny with her right hand while fondling a big boob with the other which certainly added more juices to her normally juice filled twat. And if my cock still showed no interest it was time for her lips and mouth to get to work. Of course our bodies sometimes let us down and there were. She didn't have anything to do. She missed Warren and Sophie. Hell, she missed Jason.So, she decided to call him."Hello?" he answered."Hey, Jay. It's Jess." Jess? How are you doing?" Lonely and bored, so I decided to call a friend." Well, I'm glad you called," Crash said. "Nice to hear from you." My roommate went out of town, so I'm alone this weekend with nothing to do."Crash paused for a second, then said, "I've got nothing on this weekend. Are you looking for some company?" That'd be nice,.