Good Girls Will

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Carol impatiently glanced at her watch again as she paced about in the living room. She hoped she wouldn’t have to be here for too long; she had taken off from work to be home so some men could inspect their fireplace and let them know if it needed any repair work. She had a ton of things that needed her attention back at the office and wished they could have arranged for this inspection at a better time. She also would have preferred that her husband had been the one to meet with them; he probably would have been more knowledgeable about this kind of stuff. She hated it when women she knew would use that cop out line “I’m just a girl” but she really didn’t know anything about fireplaces, other then they were used to make fires in. Unfortunately her husband was unable to get off from his job; he was a senior engineer with a locally based but large telecommunications firm so the task fell on her.
Again looking at her watch, Carol decided she would wait another thirty minutes and if they hadn’t shown up or at least called she was heading back to the office and they would just have to schedule it for another time. She hated these service calls that promised they would arrive sometime during a three to four hour window. Luckily this inspection company had called saying they should be there sometime within the next hour and a half and that had been almost that much time and still they hadn’t arrived. She tried to give them the benefit of the doubt and considered that maybe they had been delayed for a legitimate reason. Still that didn’t finish the work that was sitting on her desk waiting for her.
Carol was debating on calling the company to see if they could tell her anything when she heard a vehicle pulling into the driveway. She instinctively glanced at her watch as she started for the front door to see if it was the inspectors. Maybe if this didn’t take too long she could get back and get at least a little bit of work done. She grunted softly when she peeked out the small window on the front door and saw the van parked in the driveway and two men getting out. She watched as the driver, a middle aged white man, fished a clipboard out of the van and apparently confirmed they were at the correct address. The other was a young, mid twenties, looking black man; he had opened the side door and after a few seconds slammed it shut and walked around to join the first man, carrying a small tool kit.
Waiting at the closed door as the two men walked up Carol cautioned herself to not let her irritation show; they just might actually have a valid reason for being as late as they were. A small voice also quickly pointed out that actually they weren’t really late. She sighed softly as she started to open the door; she lightly blamed her somewhat forgiving attitude on having been a preacher’s child. Her Dad had been a minister and she had been raised somewhat intensely with that turn-the-other-cheek and forgive-and-forget mindset. Usually it was a good attitude to have but there were times she wished she could be a complete bitch. Immediately she felt that guilty tug on her consciousness at having such thoughts.
“Hi,” the older man said casually as they reached the steps, “You called to have an inspection done on your fireplace?”
“Yes we did,” Carol said a little coolly as she opened the screen door.
The two men hurried up onto the porch, the older man saying as they did, “Well we’re here to take a look at it.”
Carol stepped away as the two entered, the older man, apparently the leader of the duo continued speaking, “Sorry we took so long to get to ya but we’ve been kinda busy lately. A lot people are wanting to have their fireplaces checked out, with winter right around the corner and everything.”
“I understand,” Carol responded, that was the reason why they wanted to have theirs inspected; that and also they were thinking about possibly selling their house this spring. She led them out to the spacious family room and then stepped aside as they moved past her to walk over to the fireplace. The white man pulled open the wire screen that was across the fireplace, it was designed to prevent embers from flying out of the fireplace and landing on the carpeting on the floor in front of it. He knelt down and leaned into the fireplace, turning to look up the chimney. As he did the younger black man set the tool kit down and opened it.
It wasn’t that she didn’t trust them but she just didn’t want to leave them completely alone; Carol decided to sit down on the sofa that was set at a right angle to the fire place. As she did she noted how the black man cast a somewhat long glance over at her; there was nothing malicious and inappropriate about it but still it made her just a tad uneasy. Carol wasn’t a complete prude, she knew she had a nice figure, she had received a fair share of complements during her twenty-four years and she took pride in how she looked, even if she was a married woman. She had been raised with the idea that good girls didn’t blatantly flaunt themselves. That a nice good dressed respectively and while she did try when she was younger to push the limits of what her parents accepted as respectful she had never, at least she didn’t think so, dress too lewdly.
Still she knew men would look at her, sometimes it was an admiring quick glance while other times it had been a brazen eyeing. Carol stood five foot seven and tipped the scales at one hundred and twenty five pounds. She had lean, well toned legs, that she was proud of and didn’t mind showing off, within reason. She had a small round butt and the one aspect of her body she wished she could change was that she wasn’t overly endowed in the chest. In her opinion her breasts were a little on the small size, thrusting cone shaped but not massive mounds. She was lucky to be able to fill a C-cup.
It only took a few minutes for them to conduct their inspection and the older man said they should check the chimney’s outside. Carol simply shrugged and the two went out. As she waited inside she could hear them setting up a ladder outside. This also took a few minutes and then there was another knock on the door. Carol hurried to the door to allow them to come back in and tell her what they had discovered, if anything.
As they walked back towards the family room she noted the sheen of sweat on their faces and could smell the sweat off of them, luckily it wasn’t too strong. As they stepped into the family room she asked, “Could I offer you two something to drink?”
“That would be nice,” the white man said with a broad smile and his helper nodded in agreement.
“Well I have some beer and also a couple of wine coolers,” she said frowning slightly as she tried to recall what all there was to offer them, other then milk or tap water. She shrugged slightly adding, “And I have some cans of soft drinks if you’d like that.”
“A beer sounds great,” he said with a slow nod, glancing over at his helper and receiving a nod in agreement.
“Two beers it is,” Carol sound lightly and turned away walking to the kitchen. As she did the two sat down on the sofa, the white man holding his clipboard and jotting some notes down on the paper.
Carol quickly grabbed two cans of beer and then decided she would have one too. She had just recently begun to develop a taste for beer; it wasn’t her favorite drink but she would drink it. She kicked the refrigerator door shut with her foot as she held the three cans and then walked back to the family room. When she entered the family room the young black man, seeing how her hands were full, scrambled to his feet and hurried over, saying, “Here let me give ya a hand with those.”
Carol quietly said thanks as he carefully took two of the cans from her. She moved over and sat down in the easy chair that was across from the couch. She opened her can after she had sat down and the other two quickly opened theirs, taking a slow sip and groaned softly in approval.
“Um now that is a great way to end the day,” the white man said after he had taken a drink.
“Oh is this your last call?” Carol asked.
“Hopefully,” the black man said making both chuckle.
“It’s our last scheduled inspection,” the white man said. He shook his head saying, “But we still have to go take care of the paperwork from all of our inspections we did today.”
“I understand,” Carol said with a knowing nod, paperwork it was an ever present evil in today’s work place. Casually she crossed her legs at the knees, again noting how they both gave her legs a long glance when she did. Taking another sip of her beer she then asked, “So how is our chimney?”
“All in all it’s in pretty good shape,” the white man said as he glanced at his clip board, “There are a few spots on the outside that probably should be patched up but it’s nuthin’ serious.”
“I see,” Carol said with a slow nod. She frowned slightly asking, “So other then that it’s okay?”
“Yeah,” he said with a nod, “It just needs really just some touch up done. But there’s no reason you can’t use it this winter if ya want to.”
“That’s good,” Carol said gratefully. She laughed slightly and then said, “You know I forgot to ask what your names were, please forgive me.”
“Oh that’s okay,” the white man said with a quick wave of his hand. He gestured at himself saying, “My name is Tom and this is Devon.”
“And my name is Carol,” she responded. She took another sip of her beer, saying, “Nice to meet you two.”
“And it’s nice to meet you and have the chance to check out your fireplace,” Tom said quickly. He settled back on the sofa, asking, “So what kind of work do you do?”
“Oh I work in the personal department at Cochran Plastics,” Carol responded. She raised an eyebrow ever slow slightly as she asked, “How did you know that I worked?”
“Oh just by the way you’re dressed,” Tom said with another wave of his hand. He glanced quickly over at Devon as he said, “I mean you’re dressed like a working woman would dress. Unless of course you’re like Mrs. Cleaver and dress that nicely even though you’re staying home and just doing housework.”
Carol blushed slightly and bowed her head; she was flattered by his complement. She was wearing a dark colored dress that hit about mid thigh and had a modest scoop neckline, nothing too reveling.
“If you’re not working and dress like that I wish more housewives would dress that nicely,” Tom said shaking his head slowly.
“That’s for sure,” Devon added, “Would make these house calls a lot more enjoyable.”
“Well thank you,” Carol said shyly.
“You said you work in the personnel department,” Tom said and Carol simply nodded. He cocked his head slightly to one side asking, “So do you interview people that are applying or what?”
Unthinkingly Carol ran a hand through her shoulder length, wavy dark brown hair as she said, “No, I more handle disciplinary infractions and employee dispute situations.”
“Oh so if someone screws up they’re sent to you,” Tom asked.
“I guess you could put it that way,” Carol answered with a quick laugh.
“Um if I worked there I don’t think I would mind getting into trouble,” Tom said with a laugh and shaking his head.
“Why is that?”
“Well if I had to go meet with you I don’t think I would mind that much,” Tom said with a wave of his hand.
“That’s for sure,” Devon added, “Probably be spending a lot of time getting into trouble.”
Carol laughed quickly, feeling a little embarrassed, shocked and yet a little flattered. She had been warned to not drink on an empty stomach and while her stomach wasn’t truly empty, she had grabbed a couple of small peanut and cheese crackers as she left the office. Maybe it was the little bit of alcohol that was making her relaxed. A part of her told her she should be rather offended by their somewhat brazen comments but another part of was a little excited by it.
“Your husband is one lucky guy,” Tom said with a nod at her.
“And why is that?” Carol asked as she took another sip of her beer.
“To have such a hot looking wife to come home to every night.”
“Oh please,” Carol said with a slight laugh and shake of her head. Still she couldn’t stop herself from again running a hand through her hair.
“That’s for sure,” Devon added eagerly, “Man if I had a wife as hot looking as you I would be home as soon as I could.”
“Well thank you,” Carol said hoping her face wasn’t too red with embarrassment.
“Yeah it must be great to have such a hot looking woman to spend time with after work,” Tom said with a slow nod. Carol noticed how his eyes were locked on her; it both made her shift nervously and yet sit a little straighter too. He grunted softly and shook his head and then asked, “Do you dress this hot for him when he’s here?”
“Sometimes,” Carol answered. She was startled by his question and also by how quickly she responded, she really didn’t even think about her answer.
“You must have a real hot body,” he said shaking his head and getting an acknowledging grunt from Devon. Tom gestured at her saying, “I mean it’s obvious you have a hot body that dress sure doesn’t hide that fact.”
“Th…thank you,” Carol stammered. This conversation was definite getting loose and maybe she should end it before it went too far.
“In fact I’d kinda like to get a look at your hot figure,” Tom said in a definite tone. Carol’s eyes widened as she stared at him not sure she had actually heard what he had said. He pointed at a point a short distance in front of where they were sitting and told her, “Why not stand right here and let us have a good look at you.”
Carol sensed from his tone, while not threatening, there was an underlying implication that he was completely serious. She stared at them, her mind a blank for a long moment and then he nodded and again gestured at the spot he had but with a little more firmness then initially. Instinctively she knew that she had no choice that she had best do as he directed. Shakily she rose, her knees felt incredibly weak and walked over to where he had directed. She shuddered bodily as she did noting how their eyes were glued to her dress and her legs as she walked towards them.
“Very nice,” Tom said admiringly. He made a circular motion with his finger and told her, “Turn around.”
On very wobbly legs she slowly turned around in front of them. While it wasn’t the first time she had been eyed by men it had never been this blatant; they were almost treating her like she was a piece of meat or a new car they were checking out. Her heart was pounding when she turned back towards them, standing there quietly as they continued to run their eyes up and down her figure.
“Nice, real nice,” he said slowly. He then made a quick little motion with his hand as he told her, “Okay now take off your dress.”
“Ple…please don’t,” Carol tearfully stammered.
“Either you take your dress off or else we’ll rip it off of you. Either way you’re gonna take that dress off,” Tom told her in a firm, definite tone and as if to emphasis his threat they both scooted forward slightly on the couch. Carol knew they were serious and that she had best do as he demanded.
Blinking repeatedly she leaned forward from the waist as she reached up behind herself to undo the small slide clasp and then began to slide down the zipper on the back of her dress. She shuddered when the two groaned loudly as the upper part of her dress dropped down slightly after she had unzipped her dress and revealed some of her upper chest. They groaned again a little louder and cruder when she took hold of her dress at her hips and began to work it down, wiggling a little to help. The dress tumbled down off her shoulders and revealed her upper body and showing she was wearing a sheer flesh tone bra. Except for their steady breathing there was no noise as she pulled her dress down to her waist and then gave it a quick little shove allowing it to drop to her ankles and revealing that she was wearing a matching pair of bikini cut panties, stockings and a garter belt. Carefully she stepped out of the crumbled dress and pushed it aside with her foot.
Keeping her head bowed as she stood there, her hands at her sides, clad only in her stockings, bra and panties. She was totally mortified standing there nearly naked before these two men; part of her tried to reassured herself by pointing out the bikini she had worn on their honeymoon had covered just about the same amount of her body but still this was completely different.
“Um that’s nice,” Tom said with an approving grunt. Carol’s stomach knotted even tighter when he told her, “Now the rest.”
“Yeah lose your bra and panties,” Devon added eagerly.
“But leave the stockings on,” Tom quickly directed, “You look hot in those.”
Unthinkingly she nodded. She swallowed hard and leaned forward slightly and reached up behind herself. She fumbled with the small clasp on the back of her flesh toned bra; her fingers strangely stiff. After a number of seconds she was able to undo the small clasp. She brought her hands back around as the ends of her bra dropped down. She held the bra to her chest with one hand as she brushed the straps off her shoulders with her other. She took a shuddering deep breath after she had and then drew the garment off baring her pert titties. She almost casually let her bra drop to the floor on top of her dress. Without delaying she then jammed her thumbs inside the waist band of her sheer bikini cut panties. She wiggled her hips as she shoved the lacy garment down past her hips. The men groaned loudly when her pussy was uncovered.
Carol’s stomach was knotted tightly as she shoved her panties down her legs. Until now only no man other than her husband had seen her naked. She briefly recalled how nervous and yet excited she had been on their wedding night and she had undressed before him. This was completely different from that special night; here she was being forced to submit and then she had eagerly given herself to him. Still there was a small, perverse stirring at being so controlled and forced to submit. Her dear husband had always been kind and gentle not as dominating as these two were being; she was being forced to submit to their desires and she had a feeling that their demands had not yet been fully satisfied.
Clumsily she extracted first one foot and then the other from her panties. Once she had she tossed them over with her bra and then straightened. She stood there silently, with her head bowed, as the two again inspected her now nude body. She was a little aghast at how her nipples were brazenly poking out; she should be offended by what they were making her do and yet her body was responding excitedly to it. She could almost feel their hot stare moving across her perky tits, down across her smooth belly to her snatch.
“Um yes very, very nice lady,” Tom grunted after a few more quiet seconds. Devon gave an appreciative grunt in agreement. Shifting forward slightly Tom then told her, “Okay lady start fingering yourself.”
Again without thinking about it Carol nodded quickly. Trembling slightly she parted her feet and moved a hand between her legs. She took a shuddering breath as she slid her finger along her slit, pressing it between her pussy lips. She had been raised to believe that good girls didn’t do such things; that masturbating was wrong. She had finally given in to the urge late in her teen years. After first she was ashamed at the fact she was doing what she had been taught was wrong but she couldn’t deny that it felt nice. While she had continued to masturbate she had never done it in front of another person and her husband had never asked her about whether she did it or not. And since getting married she hadn’t fingered herself more than a couple of times; usually when her husband had been away on business. While she tended to feel guilty about giving into those urges she wouldn’t deny that she felt better afterwards.
The room was silent except for their heavy breathing. Despite her revulsion at being forced to do such a lewd act in front of these strange men Carol was soon rolling her hips as she fingered her wet pussy. She wasn’t able to stop the low, throaty groan as she moved her finger over her now erect clit.
“I think she likes that,” Devon said with a crude laugh as he lightly punched Tom in the arm.
“Yeah these rich bitches are all usually pretty horny,” Tom responded with a vulgar chuckle. He nodded at Carol asking, “You getting all hot and excited bitch?”
Carol refused to answer but continued fingering her wet pussy, certain they could hear the wet squishing noise her finger made as they slid in and out of her pussy. She closed her eyes and tried to block out their degrading comments, hoping this was as far as they intended to humiliate her.
“You like sucking cock bitch?” Devon suddenly asked.
“I…I never have,” Carol quietly gasped.
“You suck your husband’s cock, don’t you?” Tom asked in a rather disbelieving tone.
“He…he’s never asked me to,” Carol said breathlessly. Then without thinking added, “He’s the only man I’ve ever made love to.”
Carol wasn’t sure why she told them that, she was sure if it would stop them from doing whatever they intended to do. A part of her wondered if she had confided the information as an excuse for her lack of sexual experience and possibly ability. It only caused the two to laugh and mutter something to each other.
“Okay bitch get on your knees,” Tom curtly ordered her.
Without asking any questions and keeping her hand wedged between her legs, Carol, a little ungainly dropped to her knees. Once she had she nervously glanced at the two men as they sat there staring at her with cold, almost triumphant smiles. Slowly Devon clambered to his feet.
“You ready white woman?” He asked after he had gotten off the sofa.
“For…for what?”
“This baby,” he said with a coarse laugh as he grabbed his crotch.
Carol was unable to pull her eyes away from his crotch as he slowly walked towards her. She continued to finger herself but her attention was on what he appeared to be intending to make her do. She had been truthful when she had said she had never sucked a cock before; in fact she had never even kissed one. The act of taking a man’s cock in her mouth sounded disgusting. She knew that a lot of girls liked doing that but it had never interested her and luckily apparently her husband either.
Devon stopped right in front of Carol, his crotch just a few inches from her face. Quickly she glanced up at him and found him staring down at her with a thin, cold smile. Her eyes immediately dropped back down to his looming crotch when he moved his hands down and began to fumble with his pants. Carol was shocked to realize that a part of her was rather excited to see his cock; she had heard the comments about how black men were usually well endowed. Other then her husband’s cock the only other cock she had ever seen had been a couple of the little babies that she had baby sat when she was younger.
Slowly, almost teasingly, Devon slid his zipper down; the steady clicking of his zipper seemed incredibly loud. Carol was startled to realize that she was holding her breath as she stared at his crotch. She took a shuddering breath as he finished unzipping his pants and then jammed a hand inside of his pants. Despite her revulsion at what she was being forced to submit to her eyes widened when he pulled his cock from his pants. It was certainly the biggest cock she had ever seen. A small voice reminded her that her husband’s was the only other adult male cock she had ever seen before so she really had no idea if what she was now staring at was bigger than normal or not. She knew that it was certainly bigger than her dear husband’s; fatter and longer.
Carol closed her eyes when Devon took hold of his shaft and moved even closer. She shuddered when he pressed the fat head of his cock to her face. Slowly, firmly he rubbed his cock over her face; over her cheeks, along her jaw, her nose and eyelids and even into her hair. She tensed as he moved it along her jaw and to her mouth, pressing it against her pursed lips.
“Open your mouth white woman,” he grunted.
Carol wanted to refuse but she knew she couldn’t. Trembling she opened her mouth and his fat shaft slipped into her mouth. Her eyes fluttered open as his shaft slid between her lips. She was startled by how hard his cock was and yet how smooth the skin was. Instinctively she wrapped her lips snuggly around his shaft as he steadily pushed more of it into her mouth.
“Yeah suck that black cock bitch,” Tom urged her.
Carol shuddered, rolling her eyes so she could look up at Devon. He was standing there still glaring down at her and had moved his hands to the back of her head, holding her steady. She was fearful of just how much of his shaft he intended to stick in her mouth; she knew there was no way she could take all of it. She tensed and made a loud part gurgle and part gag when the end of his cock lightly touched the back of her mouth. Luckily he stopped pushing his shaft into her mouth. He paused, allowing her to become accustomed the feel of his fat shaft wedged in her mouth.
Slowly he began to pull his hips back until just the fat head of his cock remained between her lips and then once more pushed his shaft into her mouth. Keeping his hands firmly on her head he began to pump his shaft in and out of her mouth with a steady pace. Carol was unable to stop the low groan that came from deep in her throat.
“How’s she doin’?” Tom asked from next to Devon. She hadn’t known that he had gotten off the couch and moved closer.
“Not bad,” Devon grunted as he continued to pump his shaft in her mouth.
Yeah you white bitches all like havin’ those black cocks,” Tom chuckled crudely. He stood there watching her and added, “You all say you don’t but you really do.”
Suddenly he dropped to his knees a little in front of and to the side of Carol. Rather roughly he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand from between her legs. She groaned softly in protest, her pussy was tingling eagerly. He scooted a little closer and then jammed his hand between her legs. She groaned longingly as he shoved his finger into her wet pussy.
“Oh yeah this bitch is ready,” he grunted as he began to finger her, “She’s hot and wet.”
Devon simply grunted quickly. He had increased his pace, pumping his shaft in and out of her mouth at a fast clip. Carol wondered if he was planning to cum in her mouth; she was worried that she would be sick if he did but she also knew there was nothing she could do to stop him. She hoped he didn’t and also hoped that if he did she would not become sick. It was almost as if she didn’t want to appear too sexual inept. A small part of her was baffled as to why she would care what these two would think about her sexual capabilities. They were basically raping her and she was worried about disappointing them. Oddly she was finding the fact that she was being so controlled and humiliated exciting.
Carol closed her eyes and groaned longingly as Devon continued to pump his cock into her mouth and Tom, now with two fingers stuffed into her pussy, continued fingering her. By Devon’s increased pace she sensed he was getting close to climaxing, he still had his hands on her head, holding it steady and she knew there was no way she could pull her head away if he began to cum in her mouth. She was finding this wicked act she was being forced to submit rather exciting.
Devon suddenly groaned loudly and roughly jammed his cock into her mouth and held it there. She felt him tense and then his warm juice spurted into her mouth. Carol held it in her mouth wondering what to do and then swallowed as more of his jism filled her mouth. She was surprised by its thick, warm nature as it slid down her throat. A little eagerly she swallowed more of his cum. Part of her, the sweet innocent girl that her parents had raised, knew she should be ashamed by what was going on and also how she was reacting. While she still was ashamed and a little disgusted by what they had forced her to submit to another growing part was excited by it. Part of her brain was screaming that her reactions were wrong but she couldn’t deny them either.
Groaning longingly and weakly Devon stepped back, his now semi hard dick slipping from her mouth. A little shakily he partly stepped and partly stumbled back and plopped down on the sofa. As he did Tom pulled his hand from between her legs. Quickly he moved on his knees around behind her. Carol glanced back over her shoulder at him as he did.
A little roughly he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her forward. Obediently she dropped forward onto her hands and knees, still looking back over her shoulder. Once she was on her hands and knees Tom began to fumble with his pants. Quickly he undid them and then shoved them down to his knees. Carol’s eyes immediately darted to his stiff cock. While it was nowhere the size of Devon’s she guessed it was about the same thickness as her husband’s and somewhat longer. Again she knew she should be ashamed at how she was comparing another man’s cock to her husband’s and actually feeling a desire to feel it in her.
Part of her realized that this too was going to be a first; every time she and her husband had made love it had been in the traditional position, with him on top. She moaned as Tom scooted closer, gripping his shaft in one hand. She wiggled her butt back when he guided his cock up between her legs and rubbed it along her slit. He located the small opening to her pussy and with one firm thrust drove his entire length into her. She groaned longingly as he shoved his cock into her. This was wrong, the small voice kept telling her, he was technically raping her but she didn’t care. If this be wrong so be it she told herself as she turned her head back forward. She would pay for this when the time came but right now she just wanted to enjoy the feel of this man’s cock in her. She wasn’t sure if she had been this aroused on her honeymoon night.
Tom reached up and grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back fully against his pelvis. With an almost frenzied pace he began to pound his cock into her, pulling her back by the hips with each hard thrust he made. The only sounds were Carol’s heavy breathing and quick gasps with each hard thrust and the noise of his pelvis smacking against her butt. There was no gentleness; he was excitedly ramming his shaft deep into her wet, snug pussy. Carol let her head drop as he continued his hard and fast fucking; it was wickedly delightful, her mind was screaming.
“How is she?” Devon asked.
“Fucking great,” Tom grunted giving one of her pale ass cheeks a hard slap and making her cry out in shock and pain. She raised her head and saw Devon sitting there watching and playing with his still semi flaccid cock. She knew he probably intended to fuck her also and unabashedly she looked forward to feeling his large cock in her.
Carol groaned loudly; her pussy was tingling fiercely. She sensed this was going to be an intense climax, she just hoped that Tom wouldn’t cum himself before she did. Without any shame or regret she wanted him to get her off. She gritted her teeth as she felt her climax growing and she began to buck her ass backwards to drive his shaft deeper into her pussy. Maybe it was wrong, what she was feeling and thinking but it felt so damn good.

“Leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can,” Tom’s prerecorded voice issued from the phone.
“Hi Tom, this is Carol and I think my fireplace needs another close inspection,” Carol said in a soft voice. It had been three days since the first inspection and she couldn’t quit thinking about it. She had been able to get Tom’s cell phone number from the dispatcher at his job. She toyed with a strand of her dark brown hair, saying, “My husband is going to be out of town on business this weekend. Maybe you and Devon could stop by and check it out. I’ll be here whenever you want to stop by. Thanks.”

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