Her eye shadow made her eyes look bigger, somehow more innocent and in need of protection, and, in her red glossy lipstick she could have been a Holly...wood film star. Funnily enough, her fragrance I recognised as N’Aimez Que Moi, one that my mother always wore and somehow this softened my ardour and made me feel a little warmer towards her as a person rather than simply an object of desire.The meal was all right, edible, but couldn’t hold a candle to her normal evening meal cooked and served by. She leaned against the edge of the desk and beckoned me with smoldering eyes.I moved over to her, and she spread her legs, revealing engorged labia. I positioned myself against her and she grabbed my butt and pulled, I got the hint and thrust hard into her. She was tight but wet enough that I slid easily into her about halfway. Two quick thrusts and I was embedded. She wrapped her legs around my butt and her arms around my back and whispered, “Fuck me hard!”We kissed, and I began thrusting in. It felt so good! I would also surprise her with sucking her nipples at times, a move which she definitely enjoyed! After a while of her riding me, we switched to the doggy position.The view of her gorgeous ass as I was pounding her was amazing! Words cannot describe the pleasure we were both experiencing at this moment. I was furiously ramming my hard cock into her tight pussy as deep and aggressively as possible. We were both being incredibly loud, and people in neighboring apartments likely. Harriett let her vegetarian meatloaf get colder. "I don't think that will be a problem. Harvey likes performing. It's no trouble at all. Let me check our calendar." My wife examined the oversized sheets on the size of the fridge. "He's free that day. All right. Goodbye."I chewed carefully and swallowed. "Who was that?" Mrs. Heller. Amanda's mother." Who's Amanda?" I looked over at Anna, whose face was bright red."She just transferred in from California. Her dad's job got relocated," Anna.