Back home she looked at the clock; it was only 2:00. XXX Hell, she couldn’t even give him a good blow job; he was definitely more than a mouthful. He didn’t know who Harry was but he would, he shot pictures of his car and his license plate then realized, damn, he’d forgotten his glove. The two days came and went. Harry grunted as he emptied into her. She joined him and he took her into his arms. She was moaning but not in pain, she was throwing her hips back, meeting his thrusts, forcing him deeper. Harry started lubricating her. She went upstairs and undressed, she felt a tingling of excitement, this was the unknown, the forbidden, she rinsed her new toy and lubricated it, then herself.
