I grabbed her long dark hair and pulled gently but firm. “I like that!” she exclaimed, “pull my hair harder and fuck me hard!” She cried out, ...��oh hell yes! fuck me!” And when I swatted her ass and she would let out a, “oooh yea!” Damn I was having fun fucking Jennifer!!!! In a few minutes she told me to get on top of her again. We got back into the missionary position and I pushed into her really sloppy wet pussy. I was discovering that Jennifer always got unusually wet!!! As I was fucking her. A gasping exhaled breath would spout a huge cloud of steam into the air. I'd futilely flap my arms for warmth while eyeing the cancerous orange rust reaching inexorably up the Jeep's sides and into its guts.The mailman probably didn't give a rip about the rust - the sooner the engine fell out, the sooner he'd get a newer rig with a newer heater. You need a good heater to survive driving around Syracuse in winter while the salt dumped on the roads relentlessly chews away at the metal around. Sometimes one of those middle magazines was all bisexual stories. At first I just read the girl-on-girl stories in those but there was a few good MMW scenes as well. I'm not sure what happened but I slowly started changing, I started thinking about cocks and even looking at them in the pictures.I still really wanted pussy but cock was exciting me too. So I would often think of sucking one while I jerked off and found myself cumming at the thought. The only problem was finding one to suck.As the. "It's all right. We both lost control. I get that way some times when I loose total control of my body. I go 'fucking crazy'. I'm sorry. But you have to admit we had one hell of a good time." She paused a moment then became serious. "You are some girl. Just take it easy with Jean. She doesn't know this side of her mother. I'd just as soon keep it that way. I'm glad we made love. I really am. You are a good lover." She said softly, her voice throaty. "I'm here any time you want me. You have a.