I continued to struggle. It was pure instinct. He looked around and told my husband,” Hey Mister, is this your girl friend ? ”My husband replied, ...�� No pal – that is my own wife ”The man said, ” Wow ! Thanks for letting me use her, Mister. Now, come over here and help me hold her ”To my shock, my husband came over and quietly held me. I could smell the man’s musky arousal. The stranger moved forward and positioned himself between my thighs.He asked me, ” Pretty woman, you want some cock ? ”I was. They were the kind of legs I could easily picture wrapped around my back with her high heels locked over my ass I pounded away at her hot tight cunt.Up top, her smart suit jacket nipped in nicely to accentuate a small waspish waist and then flared out over her womanly flared hips. Beneath the buttons at the front of the jacket, I could see a crisp white blouse with a stylish collar open at her long regal neck. Although it was difficult to see with the business-like suit jacket, beneath the rich. She turned over climbed on top of me face-to-face and started riding my cock cowgirl style which was physically much more comfortable for me given the considerable age difference of twenty years between us. While she was working her cowgirl fucking skills I used my hands to obscenely squeeze all of her bodyparts. I stuck two fingers in her mouth to wet them and then shoved them up her her asshole.She was riding my cock at an increasingly rapid pace. She was hot. Her back slippery of sweat. Lucy was jumping rope in an attempt to lose weight, when Erin moved her hand from his thigh and began to tenderly stroke his cock. Jack took her hand in his to stop her; he didn't want her to do something for which she wasn't ready.Without moving she said, "Please let me love you." Baby, I'm not sure this --" Jack, please? I want memories of you not them."He held her hand for several minutes before going against his instincts and allowing her to do what she wanted. Her hand back on his cock,.