My fingers then move down to the sensitive ridge behind your balls. You moan my name and I tingle with excitement. I want you to touch me so bad, but ...ou are driving. My pussy is dripping, wanting you so bad. I don’t want to wait another minute. My head moves away from your cock and kisses your lips. I want to kiss you all over but do not want to cause an accident. I am heated with passion, ready to jump on you whether you are driving or not. I whisper in your ear to pull over to the side of. My boobs are way smaller than I would like them to be, on the bubble of an A and B cup, but I guess they fit my frame. I keep in good shape with sports and not eating like a fatty all the time. My defining feature is most definitely my butt though. Its not fat at all. Its just meaty. My hips pop out a decent amount and lets just say that front to back matches side to side. I am very well aware that this is my most potent weapon because its 2015 and Im a senior in high school – I am reminded. She bit me every where on my neck,back,shoulder,chest.After that i told her that now it was my turn to bite n i did the same .But my main target was her boobs ,which were trying to get out of the bra.,so i made them free from the trap.Wow they were so nice round n perfectly shaped.She took my hands n placed them on her boobs ,my god they were so soft like cotton.I was fermly pressing her boobs n my tounge was busy rolling on her long neck. Which made her mad , she was moaning in a very tipical. Fast forward twenty plus years later: My husband had not even made it to retirement age when he was struck down by a fatal heart attack. There were no warning signs: nothing seemed amiss, and yet in a flash I became the Widow Mrs. Mount. I was in a state of shock for several years hence. Despite the fact that Morgan had left me with more money than I could ever hope to spend, it was of little comfort to my soul. I clung to what few things that had given him joy and meaning in his life,.