I had merely wanted to have some fun at her expense; to teach her a lesson. That was then. “STOP!” She pulled my hand away and spun around, facing... me in wrecked underwear. Her chest was heaving. “Buh… before this gets… I need to tell you something.” “Uh-huh.” I pulled apart the snap on the faded Levis that hung on my hips and lowered the zipper. “Brett, don’t.” Her eyes fell to my abdomen and the thicket of dark hair inside my open fly. “Oh. Sorry, Margie. ” I felt my nipples harden and pulse. You reach down and pull me out. You turn around and tell me to unhook you. I reach out and begin to unfasten the bodice. My hard cock resting against your right bum cheek. Slowly I unhook you and when it is all done you pull it away from you and turn around. Your large breasts looking amazing, a little indentation from the bodice being so tight. I walk over to you and lean over and begin to kiss your breasts feeling them with my hands. I grab a dollop of whipped cream on my finger and. Her sweat-soaked hair danced down on my thighs and legs as she worked me over with almost inhuman energy. She squeezed every drop out of my shaft with a grip that could only come from years of weight training. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes and smiled as she finished me off. I felt incredibly relaxed and at ease, yet I knew we had just started. I complimented her on her talents. She just grinned. I grabbed her hand and led her over to the ping pong table.“Want to play Ping-Pong?” I. He could taste the stale salty cum she still had swirling in there. He reciprocated with a deep, passionate kiss as he slid his tongue into her mouth, like the cock she had had just a few minutes before. He lifted her up and carried her up the stairs to their bedroom. He sat her on the edge of the bed. He sat in the chair adjacent. He asked her what she remembered. She sat in silence as flashes came through. ‘Last thing I remember clearly was our dinner. I had one glass of wine. You know.