She seemed short of breath and was panting as she pushed firmly, rhythmically back, although George’s responses weren’t always in time. Her own ey...es were shut and she was gasping Ohh Ohh Ohh Yes yes yes”George’s expression changed, his mouth and eyes popped open, his eyes widened although I don’t think he was seeing anything “Oh Fuck yeah” was all he said. I knew he was coming, his bucking thrusts weakened with each spurt, becoming more spasmodic until he halted. Almost immediately his prick. Even on the commuter train, Eric would thrill me in the most wonderful ways. Being colder weather by California standards (50 degrees Fahrenheit instead of 75), I would wear darker color skirts – navy blues, chocolate browns, and black – rather than my summer yellows and baby blues and pale greens. I would match my miniskirts with tight jackets of the same color, looking business professional for the office but curvy and sexy for Eric. I had two cats at that time. In an ironic playfulness that. Quite a husky texture to be honest and a heavily built man with a broad intimidating frame that helped me well when I got into bar brawls on those troublesome Friday nights at the dock bar. Luckily I was pretty well endowed with a gleaming seven inch member that made it easy to get around with all the hookers at the docks with whom I was a cherished loyal customer, since obviously a man of my stature wouldn't be able to find a woman he could stick to without her hating him for the amount of. Pop winked at him and made a shooing motion with his hand. Ronnie just about ran out to his truck. He waited eagerly on the passenger side and almost threw Cora into her seat trying to help her into the cab. He hurried around the truck and hopped in started her up and they were off. ‘What the hell is happening?’ Cora demanded. ‘We’re picking up something for the new shed we cleaned out your first day.’ ‘Liar!’ she giggled. Who on earth gets this excited to pick up supplies for a shed? He.