It was recently as Tom Jackson headed toward the bedroom. The additional departments he had been given to manage at workplace coupled with the long time of day was more than demanding for him. But wishing to make a motion up the bodied ladder required such ritual killing. He sometimes wondered if the cost was too great. It had cost him his marriage and much of the things that gave meaning to his life-time. Indeed, it had been over six calendar month since his last escort and even foresighted since he had"been with"a woman. He missed that persona most of all. Thoughts of his fail wedlock and his ex-wife ran through his straits. Their sex life had been a great one. Neither one of them had porn star quality bodies, but they just clicked in bed. She was a short-change beautiful red-header with small titty and powerful cheerleader legs. Her green eyes and dimpled smile is what first drew him to her. He was a grandiloquent man with a stout list form. His high school hoops squad and wrestling matches had made him both fast and stiff.

As he turned out the lighter, a thick eternal sleep soon overtook him. It was not for several 60 minutes that he was stirred from his slumber by Champ, his Doberman Pinscher. Tom tried to clear the fog of being awaken. He heard the low pitched growling and could tell from the strait that champ was now in a state of high alert. After grabbing his bedside side arm he quietly opened his bedroom threshold as Champ bolted through the opening. It did not take the K-9 long to find the seed of the alarm. Tom could recount by the barking and snarling that they did in fact have an uninvited Edgar Albert Guest here in their home on this late 60 minutes. Turning on the light in the room confirmed what he already knew.

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

When the toughie was removed Tom was shocked,"you're that flower child girl from down the street. What the hell are you doing breaking into my house ?"

"I don't have a weapon on me. Please don't hurt me, Mr. Jackson,"she said. She slightly moved toward him and lunging forward with teeth bared title-holder pinned the trespasser into the turning point."Oh God ! Please telephone him off !"

Tom said,"Okay 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 law. delight just let me go. I'm sorry I broke into your house."

"Okay, I won't Call the police but I'm not gon na just let you go as if nothing happened here. accept off your cloths"Tom said.

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

"Had you rather I call the constabulary and you go to jail ? Of course the phone is in the early room and title-holder here does not like uninvited guests. No telling what might happen by the time I can get the phone and call 911."

She quickly weighed it all out in her mind. The hot breath, low growl and still bared dentition. You could see her surrender as her shoulders dropped and her head word lowered. Her long silky black whisker partial tone covering her brass as she unbuttoned her blouse. She dropped the blouse to the floor and Tom noticed her bosom as they filled her bra.

"semen into the bedroom. Champ come,"Tom said. She nervously walked past them with Tom and champ following her. He closed and locked the door behind him."What is your name,"Tom asked.

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

He placed the gun on the top shelf of the W.C. pointed to the closet door and said,"champ Sit."The dog did what he was told and assumed an alarm poised berth. Tom walked to Angie and kissed her passionately. Her breath quickened and she felt flushed all down her torso. She did not bear this older man to be such a great physiognomy but she was determined to not chip in him any type responsive atonement. As far as she was concerned he would get nothing more from her than he would get from a gush doll. Angie's boob fell out of her bra heavy and round as his nimble fingers unsnapped the grip which held them in billet. Moving down her body the passionate buss and cool off air were taking their cost as her benighted Brown mammilla. They were already rising to grueling points. A jounce of electrical energy went from her hardening mamilla to her moistening pussy when Tom sucked her left field nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his clapper. The suck of one nipple and his finger's breadth pugging on the other nipple was not helping her inside resolve at all. Her breathing was a firm panting by now and her heart beat wildly. She was not for sure if Mr. Jackson could try her ventilation had become a calm trousering by now. Her heart beating wildly in her chest. This was going to be a much more difficult task than she had initially believed.

She felt herself regain some calmness when she was pushed back onto the bed. By the fourth dimension Tom finally was able to remove her shoes and pant 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 poor sexy young body. They were across one ribcage which extended across her body and under her breasts, up both her thighs, on both arms with one full sleeve. He continued sucking each hard little nipple, slowly kissing and licking his way down her body until he reached the dark replete George Walker 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 slit. She was determined to stay strong but the pleasure radiating from her sopping wet pussy was more than she could control. Her creative thinker fought hard but was losing badly as her body was betraying her. She tried to force herself to recall about his beautiful BMW that she had admired for so prospicient. But no one had ever ate her pussy like this before and all she could do was mean,"damn he knows how to work it !"He licked and sucked every voice of her slit until she was on fire. He was in no rush and he knew exactly what he was doing. It was then that he finally gave her aching clit some aid. He had slipped two fingerbreadth in and was working her G-Spot.

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

Tom pulled off her button just in the nick of time and started kissing and licking the interior of her second joint. After about 30 seconds he went straight back to her clitoris with finger working that G-Spot. The next four or five time she was right at the edge he would deplumate off. Waiting a shorter time menses between each session.

Angie was worked up into a fury when she begged,"Please let me cum."He went down on her button for the net meter, sucking it into his oral fissure and assaulting it with a wicked glossa. She let out a flashy guttural sigh and upheaval ripped through her body. Her snatch drenching the hand that was hooked into her G-Spot. She saw adept as she mumbled unintelligibly. She forced his head teacher from between her legs and she heaved gulping breathing space of air. For quite a few minute she lay trembling as her hint began to slow back to a normal state."nookie, where did you memorize to do that,"she finally asked.

"My ex-wife was always on meds that lowered her origin pressure sensation so it took some pretty vigorous accomplishment to make up her cum."

Angie's eyes widened as he slipped off his packer legal brief. His magnanimous 8 column inch cock springing into sight."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 rim inviting him in. Tom moved between her bedcover legs placing the magnanimous mushroom head at her entry. There was a subdued groan when he entered her. Pumping her slowly until he was buried to the hilt inside her. Her tight twat gripping his dick with each thrust. Just as before he was working her cunt slowly. Pulling out till only his head remained inside her. Then thrusting her deeply to depths no man had gone before. With each thrust he angled in a slightly dissimilar directing, hitting a different spot each clip. She could feel another powerful orgasm building but this time all desire for resistor had long vanished. After a few more deep push, she said,"Oh God"and she began thrashing about as her pussy clamped down on Tom's cock. One survive thrust and the milking action of her wet Eden was too lots for him. He filled her womb with thick seeded player. They each lay there with Tom's cock still in Angie's pussy until they drifted off to sleep.

Angie handed the typecast story back to her husband."Yep, that's pretty very much how it happened. It's intemperately to believe that was 5 years ago. Happy anniversary, dear. arrive on Champ, it's time for your walk"she said as she grabbed the leash and walked out front end threshold .