She reached down and flipped me over. My cock was sticking straight up. She had her hands between her legs, she then climbed onto the couch, her feet ...where still in the wooden heels, next to my hips.She smiled as she looked down at me. Her big breast blocked her view of my open mouth as she quickly sat down and smashed her breast into my open mouth. She came first, her pussy flooded my cock and almost pushed me out of her tight pussy. The couch was now wet as she rode my cock. She kept slamming. "The basement, where I sleep, is a work in progress. There are framed walls with unpainted wall board for the furnace room, utility room, bathroom and the bedroom. There are no doors. The closet in the bedroom has a curtain across, as does the entrance to the bathroom. I do have some privacy, though, as there is a door at the top of the stairs leading down to the basement. I always close that door when I go down there. I take off my clothes, drop them on the floor, and get into the shower. When. I decided against that, after all he was driving and I didn’t fancy him driving of the motorway so I just sat there mortified.He started to rub his had up and down my cock, I told him that I really didn’t want him to do that.“So why are you thrusting your hips up and down lad” he asked.All of a sudden I realised he had got me going. My cock was harder than it had ever been. He stopped rubbing me and rummaged in his pocket and after a while pulled his hand out and then showed me what he had in. I just didn’t see how I would put Jane past me with that racket in the background, but I had to try, to escape the pain of this major fight with my estranged girlfriend. ‘Alright, Hoss, what will it be?’ asked the barkeep, whom I didn’t recognize. ‘Name’s Ike. And it will be Cuervo Gold. Hold the worm, please,’ I joked a little despite my misery. ‘On the rocks?’ the man asked me. ‘Hell, no! I want it straight and neat. No chaser. Salt and lime, though,’ I told him, knowing exactly what I.