" Pulling the head back out, replacing it with one finger, two, three, in and out, steady, now faster, now slower, harder, softer – but always just ...right as her hips writhing rising up and jerking. She cried out again and again as I made her cum – no longer sure where she was, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was my hand on her pussy, and the waves of pleasure I sent crashing through her. She fell back, exhausted, very pleased, and mildly embarrassed. She could never get used to so. Gushing jizz and moaning loudly and just fucking and cumming and fucking and cumming. I filled her with my hot jelly and i kept pumping more and more into her. I heard and felt my hot juice squelch out of her and splat on the concrete between us. I felt it squeeze out around my shaft and i felt my rod squirting it out and then pushing back into it as it filled her up completely. I dimly became aware of cheering and of Cindee's breathy voice speaking into the phone that she held between us,. Let's see what else you can do." She grabbed my tie and pulled me up out of my chair.As I stood up she wrapped her legs around my ass, pulling me in close to the desk. One hand still pulling on my tie, she reached her other hand down to my crotch. "Ummmmm, such a nice big hard-on you have, Mr. Smith. My daughter was right about that too."She began eating my face out again while her hands undid my tie and shirt. As soon as she had my shirt and tie off, she slid off the desk and sat down in my. ‘What in the world?’ Carly asked as she stopped walking and turned to look at her friend. ‘Are you okay?’ Rachel asked. ‘I’m better than okay!’ Ayla said. Her friends looked at each other, eyebrows raised, wondering what had gotten their friend so excited. ‘What’s up?’ Rachel wanted to know. ‘Shane asked me to marry him!’ Ayla exclaimed. ‘And!?’ Rachel and Carly prompted. The girls screeched loudly when Ayla held out her left hand, revealing a simple but elegant opal ring that was encircled.