It was 1977. Commercial radios filled the sky with new sounds.

She stood, leaning over the console, with the headphones that sent back her ears "Living in the past" by Jethro Tull. She turned her back towards the small door of the broadcasting room. Her miniskirt had risen up to the swollen lines of her buttocks. The panties had disappeared inside the ass. I unbuttoned the flap of my pants and freed my hardened cock. When she opened the microphone to announce the new piece, I was on her and pushed aside the last defense of her panties and entered her pussy, wet with the excitement of the moment. Her voice was broken by that sudden penetration, but as a serious professional, she continued the announcement: "And now, radio friends, Donna Summer: Down Deep Inside."