All the way.Bone to bone.We both groaned, "Oh Fuck!" Together. Then she started the dance. Bouncing. Almost all the way out and then all the way in ag...ain. I hoped she was going to keep up because I too was moving against her and we were in a definite race to finish. I think we exploded together - if not it was as close as makes no difference as Jan slumped forward on my heaving chest. Our heart-rate off the clock; our gasping breathing also trying to catch up.As we calmed slowly down, we were. She then backed her ass onto my lap, no doubt feeling my hard on. I unsnapped her bra and got her upright again. From behind, I put my hand on panty. She grabbed my hand and put it inside. She was already wet. I played with her clit some, but she wanted me. She turned around pulled down my pants and began to take out my dick. I was a little worried about catching a disease, but figured a pre-med student would know to be careful. Her mouth engulfed my manhood. Oh what a day! First a great. Calling out a good-bye to Greg, she headed for her car. She had to laugh to herself, Greg was a friend from school, big, burly, muscular, a deep voice that sent women’s hearts aflutter, and ice blue eyes that had the ability to melt a glacier. But he was a gentle giant. He appreciated classical music, rarely watched football, and he moonlighted at her floral shop for extra cash. He enjoyed his part time work, but Mina couldn’t help but smile watching him arrange a bridal bouquet. And she. Shaquan was growing weary of 3 a.m. risings and lackluster blowjobs from his wife. Soon, he began giving Wanda grief because he was losing ‘needful sleep’ by painting the nursery. Before the pink semigloss paint could dry on the walls, the long-awaited baby daughter they had prematurely named, emerged silent from Wanda’s womb. In the months that followed the funeral, Shaquan grew quieter at home but was making the buxom receptionist from L.B. Schatz Construction shriek his name. Now, several.