I’m Mike, and I’m also the last person whose name you’ll need to remember. ‘However, he smiled, ‘I doubt that you will, I’m the one who ha...s to empty your waste basket.’ Well, okay, he was only the janitor, but I needed a friend and he was handy. This had been one of the worst days of my life. I’d shaken hands with so many faces, today. I’d had so many people tell me that all I needed was a little time to adjust. Mike was the first person to mention my tiny little cubicle. He was right, in a sea. Together they found a resting place, a slow moving rhythm, that matched the beating of their hearts. Destiny pushed up with her hips, making slow circles, her pussy gripping his head. Swain wouldn’t let her make him cum. He moaned and asked her to wait, slow down, don’t move. He used his hands to play with her breasts. She pushed up and into his shallow thrusts with all the strength she could muster trapped beneath him. His dick throbbed from the pressure. She matched him thrust for thrust.. "A few months ago, I saw you...in your bedroom." My fingers slid over her fat lips, feeling her steaming heat. "You were masturbating." I teased her throbbing clit."Nnnggghhh" mom moaned at my touch. "You watched me?" she whispered."I watched you finger your wet pussy" I slid a finger into her tight folds."Oh fuck." Mom grunted."And when you came..." my fingers began a slow pumping in and out, feeling her tight walls. "I heard you...call my name." Oh God Travis" mom s' voice dripped lust. "I. My only focus is him. I can only see him. Feel him. Touch him. Taste him. Smell him. My craving for him consumes me and I spread my legs further apart. He ravages me. I’m pressed flat against the unforgiving surface and I move the massager directly on my clit like a hard cock, with relentless intensity, then slightly retreating, much like his rigid length sliding in and out of my tight slickness. The familiar vibration starts humming within. With his hand on my throat, he pounds my cunt and all.