"I don't believe this is happening to me," Ronnie said breathlessly, fighting free of Joanne's mouth. She worked her hand down into his shorts, rubbed her hand along the full length of his stiff cock. His cock was shorter than Tom's, maybe six inches long at total erection, but his rod was thick and bulky and her fingers slid around it as she felt his burning arousal and the equipment he possessed to satiate that arousal.

He put his hand on her chin, turned her face back a little, and brought his mouth down onto hers. It was a fierce male kiss, and she relished every second of it, drinking his saliva, sucking his tongue. She hadn't been kissed by someone who meant it in a long time. Too damned long! Her fist tightened on his cock and she got her other hand into play, working the shorts down his butt, freeing his rigid prick totally for the delight of her fingers.

"Leggo!" Joanne panted, breaking free. His eyes clouded, but they warmed fast when she pulled up his t-shirt and began to lick and kiss his smooth, almost hairless chest. Nice skin, she thought, tasting it with her tongue. Tom didn't have a lot of body hair either, and she'd never cared too much for the stuff on men. Tom. Her brain boiled a second as she thought of Tom and wondered if he was still in his office, maybe getting seconds or thirds from that girl, Alice Custer. But her lips closed on one of Ronnie's nipples and she forgot her rage in the sweet joy of feeling his little pap hard and stiff against the tip of her tongue. She tasted his flesh and his anxious, horny sweat, and she bit him ever so lightly, the way Tom always liked her to bite. Used to like. "Godddddd!" Ronnie moaned.