Slowly, and as quietly as a mouse she unzips my fly and expertly dips her hand inside to pull out my eager cock.I try to stifle a gasp and look up ner...ously at Steve. He is following the beam of his lights, focussing on the road in front of him, while my wife continues to talk to him about our children. Thankfully, the roads are deserted at this time of night and there's little reason for him to use the rear view mirror, though hopefully the darkness of the cabin and the row of seats in front. She brought her feet down and sat up straight, and at the same time she made sure I saw her looking over my shoulder. I didn’t need to look to see what was going on, and grabbed my jacket and put it in my lap just as the conductor arrived.“Ticket, miss?” he said. She gave it to him, he punched it, said, “Thank you, enjoy your journey,” and left.I kept the jacket in my lap and looked at her, but she was busy with her phone again, acting as if the last ten minutes never happened. But my throbbing. At this point my hard cock was out of the confines of my pants and I was jerking myself off as I watched my young daughter through the bedroom window pleasuring herself. Dawn's hips began to move faster and her fingers moved in and out of her pussy with determination. I heard little gasps of pleasure coming from behind the glass and I knew she would soon cum. Suddenly, Dawn took her hand from her breast and reached above her head to grasp the headboard. She hung on tightly as her hand. ‘Are you OK?’ ‘Yeah…I was tossing and turning…and didn’t want to wake you.’ You tenderly kiss the small exposed skin on my neck, and I tilt my head to the side as I feel the heat of your breath. MMmmm, it always feels so good. Your hand caresses my long hair, your fingers running through it. I feel you move my hair aside as you expose more of my neck to you, kissing it. Oh yes, you definitely found my weak spot and are obviously going to exploit it as much as you can. You trail soft slow kisses.