“I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name last time,” Taylor said as they walked up to the far counter in front of the pizza ovens.“Robert Martin. ...What can I do for you two,” he said, not particularly happily.He pulled a pizza out of the oven behind him and slapped it on the counter top, where he proceeded to quickly cut it into slices.“I noticed the security camera you have pointed at the parking lot,” Whitaker said. “I wanted to get a look at the tapes from that Friday night, around the time Julie. ..?”She ran at him knocking him sideways. He stumbled but stayed on his feet. At five-foot-eleven, she never had a chance against him. The momentum carried her forward, face-first into the field. “Arghhhhhhhh,” she yelled into the grass, “fuck’s sake.”He laughed and left her for a moment, “There you go, I declare your soul cleansed!”She struggled to her feet with his help, “More than fucking cleansed, I’m soaked,” she laughed as she swiped at his face with her muddy fingers. He grabbed her. Her hands relaxed from fists to flat on the desk top and she began to moan softly as her body rippled against mine. Her cunt was warming up; I could feel it swelling with heat. I looked down at the tattoo and my cock pounding in and out of the pussy and felt relief that I had finally gotten to screw Mona.My balls had built up a strong need for Mona and now that I was fucking Taylor they showed their appreciation by forcing me into an orgasm long before I wanted one. The head of my cock cramped. “So your surenow?”“You bet!” she said.My wife and I were planning to have a baby. For the lastcouple of months she’d been monitoring her bodytemperature and her cervical mucus in an effort topredict her most fertile days. Her ovulation had beenapproaching and we’d been avoiding intercourse to buildup my sperm count accordingly.“I’m very wet right now,” she continued, “right onschedule. I’m as fertile as I get.