”“Yes, Jason?”“Never mind. Have a good day.”“Thanks. You, too.”From his window he watched her waiting at the bus stop.Jason walked into ...Control Room A at three that afternoon. “Hey, Jon,” he said.“Hey, Jason.”“Do we make air checks of the church remotes?”“We sure do.”“Are they filed in the air checks folder?”“Yep. Why?”“That service this past Sunday -- they really know how to put together a production. Did you listen to it?”“I tune ‘em out,” Jon replied. “I don’t care for the God stuff. I can’t. We came to one of the benches on the beach and my hot, mature lover sat atop the backrest of the bench with her feet on the seat. We sipped wine, talked, and began kissing.My hand found its way to Nasreen’s perfectly shaped breasts. I was enjoying the feel of her hardening nipples under her outfit. As I ran my fingers over them, she was moaning and licking my ear.We finished our drinks and I held both glasses as I watched her reach under her skirt and wiggle out of her panties. She held them up. I was so turned on that instead of taking it slow the rest of the way, I grabbed her silky black hair in my fist, yanked back and pounded my cock balls deep in her ass in one strong thrust. She made a noise that was half moan, half yelp but I barely noticed as I was too busy pounding away, fucking her ass so hard I was literally bouncing us both up off the couch. I let go of her hair and grabbed a hold of her tits and thumbed her nipples as I quickened the pace. Michele was spouting a constant. I smiled slowly at her. Heather smiled back. “Your shorts are so dark it doesn’t even look like you’re really wet,” I said. “Trust me. You’re going to have fun this morning and be punished like a good pee babe.” “Trust you?” Heather said, rolling her eyes, but I knew I had won because she was still smiling. Heather got into the car and sat on the plastic and we headed out. The plastic sheet covered her entire seat and the floor in front of her. “How do you feel? I asked. “Soaked.” I took.