“Before I let you out,” my voice was husky with my excitement, “I’m going to make myself cum.” I slipped my hand to my mound and leaned forw...ard onto his chest, mashing my swollen nipples against his sweaty body.“Squeeze my butt,” I suggested, and his hands kneaded my soft globes. My fingers found my clit and washboarded back and forth across it, accelerating me to the peak.“Try to feel my cunt squeeze your dick,” I whispered. “Oh, yeah, that’s it, I’m cumming,” I moaned.“I feel it,” Mack. . pull up a chair... take a deep breath... and listen... I’m talking to you. You know who you are. Yeah, YOU! What the hell did you think would happen when you consistently planned your private quiet time so that you could log onto a chat site? Did you think you were safe hiding behind a keyboard? That your fears and unhappiness and emotions wouldn't be sitting there with you? That you would simply confess your desires to strangers and remain detached? Granted, there are some out there who can. Maybe she had expected more humanity to be involved. But it had seemed to her that the body had been handled as if it were another piece of evidence such as a fingerprint or a hair sample. Catalogue, process, report the facts and then slam it in a cold metal drawer to be kept until it was no longer necessary.Maybe it was necessary for these people who saw death at such a close and intimate proximity everyday to keep their feelings sheltered and to treat the victims as such. But it seemed so. I then reached forward and quickly undid the last two buttons on Linda’s dress. I took her by the hand and led her over to the table, lifted her up so she was sitting on the edge, then leaned her back and bent over her, my cock rubbing against her pussy. Linda let out a low moan and wrapped her legs around my waist. I lubed up my cock by sliding it up and down her wet pussy, the pulled back and slid the head inside. Linda moaned again, this time louder, and pulling with her legs.