I could tell he was having trouble concentrating on the road, so I wasn't surprised when he pulled over on a side street to park. Gibson was breathing...heavy. I thought he was about to come. He lifted my head and looked at me with a fiendish grin. "Get naked, slut!" I didn't question his command. I just quickly removed my clothes. I didn't raise my glance. I was totally submissive and ready for whatever Gibson had in store for me. He waited to see me start to tremble in anticipation as I tried. . ‘ I moaned as he pushed in, ‘now, I have a fire.’Whimpering, I pull him back down closer, although he still supports himself with his arms. I pull my legs up to my chest, opening myself even further, whimpering, ‘More.’‘Not yet,’ he said, with an only slightly wicked smile. ‘We have to build you up first.’He rests his forehead against mine, almost never breaking the intense eye contact which is almost more potent of a caress than his body inside mine.Pulling my legs up over his shoulders,. I saw my wife undoing Mike's pants and letting them fall but missed the rest as I then turned my attention to Shelly. Shelly let her blouse fall off and removed her bra as I unhooked her skirt and let it fall. Now only in her panties, she moved closer and I pulled them down. I stood up, dropped my pants, and sat back down pulling Shelly close to me and burying my face into her cunt. Shelly grabbed the back of my head pulling me in tighter and I continued to lap at her juices. Mike I guess was. Academically, I didn’t have any problem, but socially it was a big adjustment. As far as sex goes my parents expectations were that I was saving myself for marriage, but my sister’s expectations for me were that sex and even noncommittal sex between friends was ok and even expected. So for the last couple of years I have struggled to reconcile what my parents expectations of love, relationships and sex were and what my sister’s are. By the time I had met you I had decided I had to make my.