She was single at thirty two years of age, her sometimes boyfriend, Bill Allen, was a sales representative for a large pharmaceutical company. He was ...gone at least four days a week, but that was fine with Sandra; she was not really in love with him but just waiting until someone better came along. The problem was no one was really out there to come along. Between her long hours on the job and the dull routine of her life she never met anyone. She was pretty; her dark hair and blue eyes. He quickly followed me in, sat down next to me and put his hand on my thigh.He asked how I felt. I told him I was okay. He asked if he could see my body and told me to stand up and remove my clothes. I slowly and nervously removed my top, then my tracky bottoms. He could then see my little bulge in my boxers, so he knew I was turned on. He then told me to remove my boxers for him so that he could see my cock. I did as he asked; as I did, my semi-hard cock popped up. Fully hard, I'm only about. "Fuck me over a barrel," she rasped as she pulled her mouth away and kissed me on the lips. She lay across a barrel, offering her wet pussy to me as she rubbed vigorously. "Mm mm quick I'm cumming," she said reaching out her other hand, and pulling me into the glistening heaving crack. As I entered her she murmured "Push hard I can hardly move, just fuck me hard." Her vagina closed around my throbbing prick squeezing me with hard firm pulses. I came in a mighty rush, as she panted with. Suddenly her body jerked heavily and she shuddered with heavy orgasm over my mouth. My mouth was fully drenched with her juices. She then got down and remained lying and relaxing for some time with peace and satisfaction on her face.Soon she regained for a steaming intercourse and lied down on the edge of the bed with her legs raised and held with her hands. She invited me to fuck her and she held my dick to place in the center of the love tunnel. I pushed her legs further back and slowly.