I squeezed it hard before pulling back down and sliding it up under the flimsy fabric, all the while increasing the pace and ferocity of my thrusts. B...ooks and folders fell off the desk. I squeezed her breast hard, found the full erect nipple and pinched and pulled. She squealed. I grunted, pounding my cock into her. Wet slaps announced the repeated joining. Her arms flailed wildly then found her own legs, pulling her knees up to her chest. I slid her closer until her juicy firm ass cheeks hung. I was nervous that she'd catch me checking out her ass, so I silently walked back to the door and screamed out that I was home.During dinner that night, my mom was talking about her day while I was thinking about what I had seen earlier. I couldn't think of anything else. It made me think about what Jerry had told me about women wanting to get their asses fucked. But if that's what they wanted, then why would I need to use sleeping pills on them? Wouldn't they just offer me their asses to fuck. The forecast for the weekend was great and sailing should be good both days. I was looking forward to the look on Monique's face when she saw how the humble cabin had morphed into a respectable year-around home. I for one could see spending my retirement there with maybe a condo in the city for those days when we wanted the theater, a concert or one of those charity functions that I was sure would not go away.On the way home, I stopped at a seafood store to pick up our dinner for the evening. A. I asked Joe to bring in the ledger and we laid it out on the table. I knew a little of accounting, so I was able to puzzle out the load shark's affairs. He had been charging 50% interest per week, with a penalty added whenever a customer missed a payment. Dammit, load sharking paid a hell of a lot better than bank robbery! None of the customers had borrowed more than $50 to begin with, but every one owed several hundred dollars at each payment each week. There was no way an honest man could.