It was lately as Tom Michael Jackson headed toward the bedroom. The redundant departments he had been given to wield at work coupled with the hanker time of day was More than demanding for him. But wishing to locomote up the corporate ladder required such sacrifices. He sometimes wondered if the cost was too great. It had cost him his married couple and much of the thing that gave meaning to his life. Indeed, it had been over six months since his last date and even longer since he had"been with"a fair sex. He missed that part most of all. mentation of his go bad man and wife and his ex ran through his head. Their sex sprightliness had been a capital one. Neither one of them had porn headliner quality bodies, but they just clicked in bed. She was a short beautiful redhead with small breasts and muscular cheerleader legs. Her viridity eyes and dimpled smiling is what first drew him to her. He was a marvelous man with a stout lean shape. His high school basketball squad and wrestle matches had made him both fast and strong.

As he turned out the light, a deep rest soon overtook him. It was not for respective hours that he was stirred from his slumber by Champ, his Doberman Pinscher. Tom tried to net the fog of being awaken. He heard the low pitched growl and could say from the audio that Champ was now in a state of high alarum. After grabbing his bedside pistol he quietly opened his sleeping room threshold as champ bolted through the opening night. It did not consume the K-9 long to encounter the source of the alert. Tom could severalize by the barking and snarling that they did in fact have an uninvited guest here in their menage on this previous hour. Turning on the luminosity in the room confirmed what he already knew.

"Stay right where you are and you won't get hurt. adopt that hood off of your head."

When the hood was removed Tom was shocked,"you're that hippy girl from down the street. What the pit are you doing breaking into my household ?"

"I don't have a weapon on me. Please don't hurt me, Mr. Glenda Jackson,"she said. She slightly moved toward him and lunging forward with dentition bared Champ pinned the intruder into the corner."Oh God ! Please bid him off !"

Tom said,"OK as long as you do what you're told you won't be hurt."

She responded,"What are you going to do with me ? Please don't phone call the police. Please just let me go. I'm sorry I broke into your house."

"Okay, I won't call the constabulary but I'm not gon na just let you go as if goose egg happened here. Take off your cloths"Tom said.

"What ! You're going to spoil me ? ... Please No !"

"Had you rather I call the police and you go to jug ? Of line the phone is in the early room and Champ here does not like uninvited Edgar Albert Guest. No telling what might happen by the time I can get the sound and squall 911."

She quickly weighed it all out in her psyche. The hot breath, low growl and still bared teeth. You could see her capitulation as her shoulder dropped and her head lowered. Her long silky black haircloth partial tone covering her face as she unbuttoned her blouse. She dropped the blouse to the floor and Tom noticed her breast as they filled her bra.

"Come into the bedchamber. Champ seed,"Tom said. She nervously walked past them with Tom and Champ following her. He closed and locked the door behind him."What is your public figure,"Tom asked.

"It's Angie,"she said just standing there by the bed with a blank shell expression on her face, not really knowing what to do next.

He placed the gun on the top shelf of the closet pointed to the press door and said,"champion Sit."The dog did what he was told and assumed an alarm poised position. Tom walked to Angie and kissed her passionately. Her intimation quickened and she felt flushed all down her body. She did not look this older man to be such a bang-up kisser but she was determined to not reach him any type responsive gratification. As far as she was concerned he would get nothing more from her than he would get from a effusion doll. Angie's knocker fell out of her bra heavy and round as his spry fingers unsnapped the grip which held them in office. Moving down her torso the passionate osculation and cool air were taking their toll as her dark brown mamilla. They were already rising to hard compass point. A jolt of electricity went from her hardening nipples to her moistening pussy when Tom sucked her left nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his lingua. The sucking of one nipple and his finger's breadth pugging on the other mamilla was not helping her inner resolve at all. Her ventilation was a steady panting by now and her substance metre wildly. She was not sure if Mr. Thomas Jackson could hear her breathing had become a calm trousering by now. Her heart and soul beating wildly in her chest. This was going to be a much more difficult chore than she had initially believed.

She felt herself retrieve some calm when she was pushed back onto the bed. By the time Tom finally was able to withdraw her shoes and pants and panties her mind was beginning to recenter itself. It was not until then that Tom noticed all the beautiful and colorful tattoos that were scattered across her short sexy young physical structure. They were across one ribcage which extended across her trunk and under her boob, up both her thighs, on both munition with one full arm. He continued sucking each hard little nipple, slowly kissing and licking his way down her body until he reached the dark full bush between her legs. Forcing her legs apart he rubbed his face in the plush fur and began sucking each lip into his mouth as his tongue worked up and down her incision. She was determined to continue hard but the pleasure radiating from her sopping wet pussy was more than she could control. Her psyche fought hard but was losing badly as her torso was betraying her. She tried to squeeze herself to think about his beautiful BMW that she had admired for so long. But no one had ever ate her kitty-cat like this before and all she could do was think,"damn he knows how to form it !"He licked and sucked every part of her cunt until she was on flaming. He was in no hurry and he knew exactly what he was doing. It was then that he finally gave her aching clit some attention. He had slipped two fingers in and was working her G-Spot.

"Oh God !"Angie said between the gasps…."I'm gon na cu…What ?"

Tom pulled off her clit just in the nick of time and started kissing and licking the inside of her thigh. After about 30 mo he went straight back to her clit with digit working that G-Spot. The next four or five multiplication she was right at the edge he would pull off. Waiting a shorter sentence full stop between each session.

Angie was worked up into a frenzy when she begged,"Please let me cum."He went down on her button for the final prison term, sucking it into his rima oris and assaulting it with a wicked tongue. She let out a brassy guttural sigh and convulsions ripped through her dead body. Her pussy drenching the manus that was hooked into her G-Spot. She saw stars as she mumbled unintelligibly. She forced his header from between her branch and she heaved gulping breathing spell of air. For quite a few hour she lay trembling as her breathing time began to slow back to a pattern state."Fuck, where did you memorise to do that,"she finally asked.

"My ex-wife was always on MEd that lowered her origin pressure so it took some pretty vigorous skills to make her cum."

Angie's optic widened as he slipped off his boxer legal brief. His large 8 inch cock springing into view."Are you going to fuck me now ? I don't think that will fit inside me."She spread her legs widely and he could see the wet pussy fur and slick lips inviting him in. Tom moved between her spread legs placing the large mushroom foreland at her entrance. There was a sonant moan when he entered her. Pumping her slowly until he was buried to the hilt inside her. Her mingy pussy gripping his stopcock with each knife thrust. Just as before he was working her cunt slowly. Pulling out till only his straits remained inside her. Then thrusting her deeply to depths no man had gone before. With each thrust he angled in a slightly different directing, hitting a different spot each time. She could feel another mighty orgasm edifice but this time all desire for underground had long vanished. After a few more deep thrusts, she said,"Oh God"and she began thrashing about as her pussy clamped down on Tom's cock. One last push and the milking natural process of her wet paradise was too much for him. He filled her womb with thick seeds. They each lay there with Tom's hammer still in Angie's pussy until they drifted off to kip.

Angie handed the typecast tarradiddle back to her hubby."Yep, that's pretty much how it happened. It's toilsome to believe that was 5 twelvemonth ago. Happy anniversary, dear. follow on Champ, it's sentence for your walk"she said as she grabbed the collar and walked out movement threshold .