The truth was, he did actually want to know more about her. To just talk to her, damn it. If he could only get his bodily reactions in check… She wa... sitting very still, blindly staring out the front windscreen, shoulders lightly hunched, tense. She was waiting for what would happen next. He wondered what she was expecting. He wondered what she’d think if she knew even he hadn’t a clue what came next. “Face me,” he said, keeping his voice low and as reassuring as he could manage. He was. Finally Ruthie's aunt took her mother out of the apartment and over to her brother's place. It was up to Ruthie and her boyfriend to clean up. A few pictures and books were scattered about, but not many. Most of Doña Lisette's personal items had been taken. The kitchen was cleaned out, totally. They only found a couple of broken coffee cups and a few dirty spoons and a fork. The criminals even took the two beds. There was some clothing dumped on the floor, enough to fill a large suitcase.. “Okay,” she said softly. “Let’s do it, but he has to know that I’m in control. If I want to stop or want him to leave, he has to.” I didn’t even bother to stop licking her nipple to respond. Soon after, the cum shot out of my dick like a cannon. Stream after stream covered us both. “I’ll talk to Chris tomorrow after school,” I said. * The next day at school, all I thought about was how I would ask Chris to do this. It would be really embarrassing if he said no or he told all of our friends. ’” And Pat, my wife of so many years that I’d thought I knew so well, did just that. Kneeling astride my midriff, she reached down tucked me into place and then slid straight down. All the way home.Delicious!Jan, by now recognised as the full-time Master of Ceremonies, said, “Come on Mike, we don’t want Sven subsiding.”I managed to keep a straight face, just. With Pat’s dangly ‘cantaloupes’ now trying to slide either side of my neck and the sight of Jan’s beautiful rack right next to me, there.