“Take off your shorts and turn facing me.” I do as he says. I take off my shorts and turn around in a flash. I bend forward and kiss him and start... bouncing hard and fast on his cock. We are both moaning like crazy. He grabs my hips and slam into me as I slam down. I cum so hard, so fast its unbelievable. He grabbed my around the waist and managed to turn me over and started fucking me real hard and deep. He fucked me hard as he cum. The more he cum the hard he slammed into me. “I want you to. He's very upset and uncertain right now. He doesn't know what to say to you."With that, Jeanette broke down and began sobbing, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Oh, June, I don't know what to do. I've been so stupid and I don't know how to fix it," she wailed."No ... I'm sure you don't," the older woman said sympathetically. "Do you know what you will tell Brent when he asks you why?" I'm not sure. I don't even know how to answer that to myself. Is he ever going to call me? Will he ever come. Can't we do something fun?"I looked over at Jillie, about to protest that football is fun when it hit my mind with the force of a sledgehammer. She was smiling, her beautiful blonde hair like a halo around her head, her breasts peeking over and highlighted by the black material of her bra, the creamy white skin of her belly shining, almost glowing, drawing my eyes down to her panties which barely covered her sex. Her sex was rubbing and rocking in an arousing way on her seat. I don't think any. ‘Seven,’ I said. On Friday I took evening clothes — jacket, dress shirt, slacks, and a tie — with me to work at the studio. I had to shoot stills for a local restaurant and layout copy in Dreamweaver for an Internet catalog. I was ahead of deadline on both projects, however, so it was a comfortable working day. I finished the photo work-flow by two and worked until four on the catalog. I caught up on email and billing until five. I showered. I dressed. I called for a car. I could have easily.