By two-thirty my balls were starting to consume my every thought. Where he was confident and cool, I had been just the opposite. I brought my face right up to hers. I put my head near his and could still hear his breathing. Three or four spurts criss-crossed her buns and trickled down between her thighs. I was just starting to think, hah! Her husband was a truck driver and she had two kids in the local school. I checked my watch and it was ten to four. She looked like she was jacking me off. In the previous couple years the management company gave in and hired a part time summer helper. The heat radiating from her was incredible. I asked Ryan where he wanted to go for lunch. Our conversation started to get very personal about our sexual likes and fetish’s. That seemed to further fuel my rage against women in general. He liked them of course, but it was the sex he really needed. She definitely seemed eager to fuck.
