Oh Jolene
When I slipped a finger into her pussy, Jolene sucked a sharp breath in through her teeth and rolled toward me, lifting her upper leg to give my hand more room and pushing her middle toward me to drive my finger deeper. "Oooh, Tommy," she whispered in my ear, "that feels so good." We'd basically agreed to fuck three days before, across the counter of the bakery where Jolene worked. I stopped in most days for a breakfast pastry on the way to work, a sandwich at lunch, or sometimes both....