That's why I do it Mrs. Featherstone."She looked at him suspiciously and asked, "How do you know my name?" I assumed that the mother of a rider announ...ed as Susan Featherstone would normally be Mrs. Featherstone? Or am I making a terrible faux pas?" he replied."No, no. You are right; I was just being silly and slightly paranoid," she said, looking a little embarrassed."I wouldn't wait too long before you rub him down," he remarked to the girl, "and then if you would like to join us. My car is. It was heavenly. Fuck, Im going to cum again…Im going to cum again. I arched back, my toes curled and my eyes rolled into the back of my skull. My mouth opened wide in an O shape as I let out a loud long moan before my eyes shot back open and… silence. All the air in my lungs had disappeared as liquid fired out of me like a tap, all across Jennys forearm, drenching her sheets. I squirted for what seemed like hours as wave after wave of pure bliss struck me. It was the most powerful orgasm I had. Her skirt was hiked above the tops of her lacy holdups, once again exposing her pale, bare upper thighs. “Oh damned,” she said. “I left my wine in the dining room. Could I have some of yours?” And with that she leaned into me, her face very close to mine, and reached across me, pushing her breasts firmly against my arm and chest in the process, and picked up my glass from the end table beside me. As she pulled back she asked, “Would you like a sip first?” and started raising the glass up to my. She said “No don’t, I want it all inside me”. I said “what?” She said “just put it all inside me. I thrust into her as hard as I could and let go. I pushed as far into her as I could, and all the cum I had left just filled into her. I shot load after load up inside her. She was saying “oh my god that is amazing, I can feel it”. I just kept cumming. Finally I stopped. I kept it inside her, but stopped thrusting. Stopped shooting. She looked at me in the mirror and said “I can feel it all up.