I was blocking the small entrance to the apartment ground floor parking area. On seeing the lady no words can explain how happy I was.As the watchman ...continued telling his problems my eyes followed her until she disappeared after climbing some floors. Most of my evenings I started to spend talking with the watchman and waiting for the lady. My thoughts were completely drowned on how to start.I tried parking my bullet in the place where she used to park her car. No use (she never saw my face). I. Then I came upon an idea to make a mount of her extraordinary tits. I thought that it would be fun and rewarding to capture a three dimensional representation of those glorious melons. And I set out on our journey. It was usual to capture mom and play with her for long periods of time. This would be the same type of game, only more preparation is needed.At first, I will need to build a frame to support Katie in an optimum position, to give her breasts the best suspension to capture her in. This. Suddenly she pushed my hand away, raised herself up fromthe bed and pushed me down onto my back. She immediately straddled meand drove herself onto my cock. 'Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,' she almost screamed and began to ride mehard and fast. I reached up and cupped her breasts in my hands andbegan to tweak those rack hard nipples. She was now bucking and rearingas she rode my cock. Her head was back and her mouth open as she droveherself and me on. I felt myself approaching my climax, but I. Guess what? I found something so interesting in her stuff!”Tyler and I are janitors in a law firm. To make our mindless jobs a bit fun, we go through the personal stuff of the female employees and gossip. Sometimes, we login to their computers and go through the browsing histories. We almost always stumble upon astonishing findings! However, lately, I’ve been bored with all that. I was diagnosed with depression and only Tyler knew. Our conversation continued with me saying: - Ryan: yea? like.