She hugged her tightly, with her arms wrapped around him. “Mmmmmmm… mmmmmm…. mmmmmm…. mmmmmm… mmmmmm…. mmmmmm…. mmmmm…” she moaned w...ith each strokes. Reddy gradually increased the pace, and with it her moans increased too. And soon he was fucking her hard and fast.Reddy continued like that for almost half an hour, and by the end of it she was squealing like a goat. She no longer moaned with each strokes but moaned in a continuous tone. “Annnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhnnnnnnn” she kept doing it without any. Yvonne was a weight on her she wanted to exorcize before "something" happened, something that, in her mind, would be terrible.Mary and Debbie were both thirty-one, both divorced and with two kids each. Both were sweet, fun and attractive. And, they were best friends. They could trust each other not to try to snap me up. Yvonne was only twenty-four and had worked as an exotic dancer. I knew Mary and Debbie would be intimidated by her DD breasts and flaring ass. And, Yvonne did not have children. We need to talk about your job performance. Frankly it's bad. Your typing is full of errors. Your at least 10 minutes late each day and then... You leave early. You have let your appearance become scruffy. What do you have to say for yourself?" "My husband lost his job and I don't have the money to spend on nice clothes any more. Please don't fire me sir."I stand and walk around my desk and sit on the edge. Looking down her open blouse at her impressive cleavage. "Why should I not fire you Mrs. "But she wouldn't be in a dump like this. Tooclassy."The bartender shrugged. "The beer is cold," he said."Thanks, man," Dalton said. He left quietly as he came.The small brick house on Elm was circled by flowers when Dalton walkedup the drive. He was wearing a t-shirt and khakis and a pair of Army-issued sunglasses. He knocked gently at the door.A woman in her mid-50s answered the door. She looked, frankly, likeBeaver Cleaver's mom."Can I help you?" she said. "I'm afraid I'm not buying anything.