I put both my hands on his seat back and lifted my body onto him, kneeling on the other adjoining seat, I reached down between us and guided him insid... me, using my body weight to force him up and deep into my pussy.Once fully inserted I wiggled my bum and sat comfortably in his lap, feeling the bumps of his balls crushed against my bum, I rose and descended on his shaft as I humped it, holding the back of his seat, staring into his face without blinking, feeling his cock open me up as I rose. My body is quite different. I can orgasm after just a few minutes of skilled attention. And Andi was more than skilled. Couple that with the fact that I had been sexually on edge for literally hours up to that time, I had my first, explosive, gushing orgasm within a very short. I must have seemed so wanton. I have never been one to cum quietly, and this one was record-setting intense. I screamed at my climax, and even in that neighborhood of spacious homes, I am sure the neighbors must have. ." "It's not fair!" I began to pout, knowing it'd make him feel bad. "Angie..?" I didn't say anything. "Angie?" Still nothing. "Oh come on..?" "Well what do you expect me to do? You have me addicted to your monster and my pussy is soaking...look!" Suddenly I'd gotten an idea. Quickly I moved to the end of the bed and sat facing him. Slowly I spread my legs so he could get a good look at my slippery twat. "Look Daddy. It's all your fault. You woke me up by playing with my clit and now you're. When we were alone we’d compete for who had the worst family. I usually won. Then her mother got sick. Ectopic pregnancy, I eventually heard, she could have died. Things like that weren’t discussed openly, and certainly not with children. Fifteen was still ‘child’ in our family. They seem to grow up earlier now. Anyway, her mother was rushed to hospital, and Theresa came to stay. Her father kept the boy with him, he was sixteen and a half. But apparently if would have been too much to have.