I was happy to see her again, and we continued to banter amicably, maybe with fewer overtones. I won’t be able to move tomorrow. Okxxx She was still in a post-orgasmic fog. “I guess old wood does make the best instruments.”
“Funny. Just hypothetically speaking. When she found what she wanted, she leaned closer and whispered in my ear,
“Harder…fuck me harder.” I moved over to my filing drawers and leaned her back up against the drawers. Staring into my eyes, Amy started talking shit. Amy took to wearing more low cut blouses, but her relative lack of tits made this not terribly exciting. That was more than her nerve endings could take. My tongue was no match for Amy’s very tight anal sphincter. You’ve been crushing that course.”
“Whatever,” she sighed. Amy was
