Oh, my fucking God… why, why, why?”
“Why, what?” I asked as my dick hit bottom and my balls began slapping against her ass. What time does your husband get home tonight?”
“Fuck him, he’s in Hong Kong. Xxnx I’m staying with you, tonight. . . … Instantly, she had her fingers in my hair, kneading my scalp and gently pressing my head closer to pussy. You forgot something back here at the shop.”
I had my purchase. My friend at the screen print business didn’t even know, but when she asked, I told her the truth, “Look, Katie, I’m gettin’ too old to chase women, so we’ll see if this shirt will get some results. I can’t believe you just said that!”
“Why? I’m sure I’ve had a woman buck her ass upward, as hard as Katie did, but I couldn’t recall who or when.
