Gunshot wounds, heart attacks, strokes and the typical drug addicts trying to get pain medications. You can definitely lose track of time. I glance ...down at my phone… GREAT… 5 text messages from guess who? You got it; Dr. Brand herself. Oooh, picture mail. I open it up... oh yeah, pussy pics! Amanda is such a dirty bitch! (Ladies, I mean that in the most respectful way possible). I love the way she is! One pic had her completely shaven pussy spread open by her two fingers with the. She could hardly think. The blood pounded in her ears. The sight faded from her eyes. The image in the mirror seemed to disappear.In the back of her mind, Mary could hear herself saying no, but it felt so good! The muscles in her legs relaxed, and she squatted slightly. Her fingers dug into her slit. The blood flashed to her tits and cunt. She let one hand slide up to her breasts.It was happening again - the sin of sex. She knew it was a sin, but she couldn't help it. It was almost too much for. Before I go further, let me explain the cotton I landed in at this dump. I won a lot of business at this place. My work ran and that made me very unpopular around the coworkers. So, to fuck with me, they stuck me back by the accounting ladies and across from the copier. There was a nonstop parade of middle aged women walking around in stockings or barefoot making copies, giving me a fuckin SHOW. It was like sitting in front of a clown car if you had a clown fetish. Nothing but soles all day. She squealed “Oh No!” I placed both her legs over my shoulders and caught hold of her silk smooth thighs. And then I started shoving my dick in and out of her pussy. Slamming and banging her in frenzy. The feel of her tight pussy engulfing my erect cock was simply delightful. I was pounding her hard with my 7 inches. Her hands were clutching the headboard of the bed as I picked up speed and rhythm.I bent down to her breasts and caught one of her brown nipples between my lips and pressed it.