For Kirsten the place always conjured up imagines of chain smoking Russian anarchist refugees in the 1930s. She imagined bearded men in suits arguing ...how the counter revolution against the Bolsheviks should be led.Thankfully, Vera took the conversation to neutral ground for a while. Kirsten enjoyed her company. It turned out her co-worker was a fiercely independent and very intelligent woman. There was click. They talked as if they had been friends for a long time. Vera had a refreshing way of. I went into the bathroom to clean myself up, then locked up and went home.I wanted to call Annie several times over the next 3 weeks, but could not think of a reason to do so. Finally, almost a month after she had last been in I recognized Annie’s car pull in. I quickly called my wife and said another late customer just as the door opened. She heard the buzzer go off across the room so said she would see me when I got home and hung up.Dang, shit, wow, oh my god. Annie was in a black cocktail. Now it was about to happen.________________________________________________________________________She awoke that morning, after only a few hours of sleep. Her head waspounding. The bed felt cold and empty without Jack. Her negligee wasbrushing her privates, and making her stiff. Despite the hangover, shewas achingly horny, and she certainly didn't want to have an embarrassingepisode today. She quickly stroked herself to completion imaginingJack's cock in her hand. She was cleaning up. I had continued to suck her tits and she allowed her weight to transfer forward to keep them firmly in my mouth as she rode up and down on my shaft.I had not expected anything remotely this hot, but I knew her expert blowjob had drained me so completely; I’d be able to enjoy her riding me for quite a while. Liz began to have a series of orgasms as she rode my cock and fed me her leaking breasts. We seemed to both be getting exactly what we needed as we settled into a comfortable rhythm of.