I filled a rinsing glass and brought them both to her. I had to feed the tablets into her mouth and hold the glass up to her lips. I sneaked another peek at her chest. There really were dark circles visible through her bra."My arms feel like dead weights, and my stomach is fluttering. How much did I drink last night?" Are you kidding!" I gulped and nearly told her she hadn't drank a drop."What happened? I must have been blitzed. Oh Hank, I hope I didn't ruin your birthday." You don't remember?". It just felt so right and secure and that she had a very good night. I commented about her attired and she said after last night she figured it didn’t make a lot of difference and then asked why I was so dressed up. I tweaked her nipple and then made her happy by stripping my clothes off. A few minutes later, dad showed up and like me has taken time to get dressed. When he saw everyone, he immediately stripped also. We had breakfast at which time both parents began to share. Dad let Helen go. Hand in hand, they would walk to his sparse hotel room. His mind shifted to his ex-wife. Partly his fault, he knew. Days on end, he was always gone, the life of an area representative for a large company. The money was good, but the home life poor. That day he had come home early, found her and her lover. He remembered the pain, the divorce, all he had worked so hard to build over the years, gone in a flash. Now endless hotel rooms, endless meetings, hours in airports, on airplanes. Glenn. She was very wet, and just as tight as the first day. I began thrusting into her, not calmly this time, but with some urgency right away. I made certain to ride her high, and within a minute, she was moaning out quite loudly. Her legs were straight up into the air and I was thrusting about as hard as I could. Our bodies were crashing together with a force that I was afraid would actually hurt her or possibly bruise her. When I slowed the pace, she sped up."Oh fuck me harder, Josh," she said.
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