Boy, was that a session and a half, I thought I'd been whacking her pretty hard but she kept on saying "harder, harder, c'mon hit me HAAARDER!!" By th...e end of it I wasn't holding back like I'd done before so I was really laying it on something rotten.I think it was about the fiftieth wallop when she squealed really loudly, tumbled sideways on the bed and screamed her way through a humdinger of a climax that left her panting and groaning on the bed. I was scared shitless, I didn't know what the. Taking a breather to calm his excitement, Tim looked up into the powerful woman's eyes. Finally he stood and reached across the mahogany desk, hand extended. She finally cracked a smile and shook his."I never want to see you again. Correct Mr. Wilson?" Her small hand was dry and very warm. Tim realized it trembled only slightly and was tempted to enjoy this thirty-six year-old woman before he left.She looked older. "Of course Mrs. Leveque." She withdrew her hand then picked up the sheath of. “So Jeff, it’s nice to finally meet you. I have heard so much about you.”“I hope it’s all good.” I replied quickly.“Oh yes, in fact it’s all very good, Jennifer gives you high marks.” she replied, looking at Jennifer and smiling.“Well, I am glad I get a passing grade.” I responded.Both of them laughed, looking at each other. I was beginning to wonder, just how much these two shared about their private lives with each other. I noticed they appeared to be really comfortable with each other,. .anything, miss” Then he put a hand on the side of her hip. She was concentrating on not dropping the clean clothes and her jaw dropped. The homeless quickly put his other hand down the front of her sweatpants. “No underwear?..are you sure that you´re not a whore?” To tell him the truth, that most of it was drying right now, suddenly became to complicated. There was no place to put her clothes. His finger were already close to her pussy. She was getting wet. Very wet. Somehow she managed to get.