I was truly enjoying the fuckhe was giving me more than I had ever enjoyed one. Maybe it was the heat of the situation… maybe itwas because I ne...eded it so bad… maybe it wassomething else… I just know his hot spurting cockfelt so good hammering into me deeper and deeper thatall I could think of was “more, harder, deeper.” Iwanted to get hold of my cock but he was ramming meso hard that it took all I had to hold myself up, tryto match him, and try not to not let him. I slid my hand up into her skirt and she slid hers up to my balls.“Ooh!” she said light-heartedly. “Well… don’t stop.” I kissed her harder and worked my finger into her pants, which were skimpier and less sensible than I would have expected.“So, not much adventure,” I probed.“No, we would never have sex on the sofa, for instance,” she said, enjoying her new-found freedom of expression. “Never got naked outside the bedroom.”I reached around and unzipped her dress and wrestled it down to her. She was donning a black skirt and white ruffled blouse and black patent two-inch heels. She was a bit chunky but made up for that with a pair of 46D bosoms and a pair of gold squarish glasses with half-moons for reading."Come on in, Mr. Hickey, here is a box of fuses I have been replacing, all blown." Actually, they're not blown, they opened because there was an overload. Let me check down cellar and see what's going on."I did and it was as I figured, the old knob and tube story. Low amperage. I feel the dampness between my thighs. I love having power over you, since you generally have the power over me. The sound of your voice, the smell of you, and the taste of blood is making me so turned on, my clit is already throbbing.Moving to your other nipple, I repeat my previous ministrations. But I don't do it slowly, as soon as my teeth were above and below your nipple, I bite down hard. You bellow my name, then moan loudly, clutching my head to your chest. I flick my tongue over.