Jace hopped off of me and let uncle grab me. He put me on his cock and I hopped up and down on him. I was so turned on I forgot Jace was behind me. I ...uned around and got on my hands and knees. I sucked Jace’s cock while Uncle pounded me from behind.Soon enough they agreed to switch spots. They turned me around and spit-roasted me again. Jace pounded into me hard. He was already pulsing so I knew he was close. I sucked uncles cock and paid special attention to his balls. He loved the attention. It did annoy her though that she wouldn’t be able to play the compact discs she’d just bought on her aunt’s somewhat better audio system and would have to use her own somewhat cheaper and less impressive one. She wandered along to her room, and threw herself and her purchases onto the bed. She kicked off her shoes, pulled off her tee-shirt and lowered her jeans and knickers to her ankles and with a few energetic kicks tossed them across the room onto the loose pile of clothes where she kept. Before I pulled out in the passing lane I unzipped the dress up a bit so that the tops of my stockings were showing and spread my legs just a bit. The chatter started right up with the rear truck telling the rest to get a good look because she's showing more leg. They were hooting and hollering and I was loving it. I passed each truck ever so slowly so they could get a real good look. Whenever there was traffic behind me I'd signal and they'd let me in until the traffic passed and i could pull. To be lusted after by younger men mmmm however I would consider it very unflattering if I was to be called a cougar…that’s just wrong. Maybe when I’m in my 40’s and in need of a young man to keep up with my overwhelming sexual appetite then I will become a cougar, but it’s not something that I aspire to be. But to have that physical power, to know that with one look you can bring a man to his knees, weak with sexual longing, with one sweep of your palm across your breast you can have him aching.