“Please, I want to feel how wet you are, how good your pussy feels squeezing my cock.” his glands. Lifting myself up back up over his body, teasin...g him again with my wet slit just above him he begs me to lower myself onto him. “Please, I want to feel how wet you are, how good your pussy feels squeezing my cock.” I stand and face away from him, bending low to give him full view of my ass and slit in red lace panties. Taking a fresh ice cube and rubbing it over my pussy through the material,. . that shallow, deep-voiced breathing.. all too familiar from the long nights of agonizing pleasure. I was pushed against the wall roughly, my nose smashing against the concrete. I can still feel the blood that sprayed onto my bare chest and the wall, The body fluid that was stuck in my hair and ass, dripping casually. I could feel him touching himself as he held me in place with his free hand. His breathing getting deeper.. his movements getting faster... 3.. 2.. 1... But that was before. Now. Lorna beamed like a klieg light and stood a few feet away to listen. Alex played two verses and blew a grandiose coda. Then he rose from his stool and Lorna walked close.“Hi Lorna!” Alex said enthusiastically. “What a nice surprise. What are you doing here?”“I don’t know, I guess the music drew me. I must be a groupie for your one-man band,” she said.“Well, thanks for coming.”“Are you finishing up soon? Can I buy you a drink?”“As soon as I saw you I was done. But no, you can’t buy me a drink. "The food was wonderful. I was able to get my fill and then some. I noticed the five women I was involved with all ate well. Rita told me, "We usually go workout early every day, and are back here for breakfast. During the week, there are usually only breakfast sandwiches, cereal if you want it, along with donuts and rolls. We girls normally have a breakfast sandwich, a glass of milk, and cup of coffee. We go into work between seven-thirty and eight, and bust butt once we get there. You can go.