I worked her clit and felt her breathing change to sharp little pants. Jenny was quiet. I figured she’d gone back to sleep, so I risked thrusting in...to my girl a couple of times. I got my other arm under her and cupped her breast, resulting in an increase in her muscle activity. We gradually got into a rhythm, not powerful enough to move the bed, and for a while enjoyed my prick stirring her insides.I don’t know if we’d been making too much noise, or rocking the mattress too much, but suddenly. As I was finishing my breakfast most everyone was done and headeddown to the river. I finished and was headed for the bathroom when I saw Jennyon the couch alone watching tennis. We smiled at each other as I walked by.When I came out I sat next to Jenny on the couch and asked her who was winning.She said it was the Wimbledon women's final between Safina and Sharapova. I toldher I liked watching the women play more than the guys because there were a lotof good looking young ladies on the tour. And, God help me, I loved every second of it. My hard thrusts were making the table move across the floor. The chairs on the opposite side of the table started to tilt and fall one by one, each landing on the floor with a loud thud.“Yes!” Paul screamed, “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.”This was the hottest sex I’d ever had and I had no intentions of stopping. “Fuck me, fuck me,” he yelled, “Harder, faster Boss man.”Unknown to us the workers in the office could hear us. They’d heard me order. .. I got to... write this down... before I forget again," I managed to explain before hanging up the phone, literally dripping with sweat as I struggled to keep the word "Tim" in my head.I became so disorientated that I couldn't find anything to write on in my room, but when I stumbled into the bathroom by mistake and saw the steam still clinging onto the mirror, I knew it was my only hope.A minute later, the phone rang again, and this time it was Suzi. I instantly forgot the whole thing ever.