.as u start 2 slowly piston your turgid toolall the way in & out of my clutching chasmi slide my hands up 2 the backs of my legs& hold my thighs up ti...ht against my chest...when it lifts my ass even higher up 2ward ui feel your hand encircle my aching erection& u grasp my cock like a handle 4 leverageas your other hand grips on2 the seat edge& u raise your body even higher over mineas u drive your pulsing cock in even deeperuntil u are balls-deep in my upturned ass...i throw my head backward &. "You're one of the finalists for the million dollars!" No shit?" Jack exclaimed excitedly, though stunned, as he'd honestly not expected it. "I am?"He listened while given instructions, told where and when the actual contest would begin, and reminded that he'd need to schedule the time if he was still planning on participating."Oh trust me! I've already got things arranged just in case I was selected!" he assured the woman who he remembered in the three-piece suit. He'd no sooner hung up when. I had plans for that thing.Right after the kids left for school, Charles was knocking on our back door. I opened the door and met him in heels and that flesh-colored teddy. It was short enough to allow a look at what the panties didn't cover. He looked me over very carefully and said, "Amy, you are one hot fucking bitch."I put my arms around his neck and replied, "I hope so, with the emphasis on fucking." I dragged my hands down that manly dark chest, spending time on the ripples on his belly.. . I assume that I should let the concert organizer to cancel the ‘meet and greet’ with the patrons.”C: “Uh ... I completely forgot...” She reversed direction and went out the door without changing, with her ‘meet the public’ face on.Two hours later, they were on Interstate 90, headed for I-84 and Hartford, Connecticut, and Torrington beyond, just 190 km. and a few hours by car. Clara was sitting in the back seat – an indication that she didn’t want to talk. Georg set the CD player to some quiet.