He tossed them aside carelessly and she lowered her legs again, dr****g them once more over his thighs. Ben’s large, strong hands slid over her slen...er legs to her hips. He used both thumbs to massage her exposed pussy. She moaned. All caution was gone now. She was a c***d and he was a man and she was a woman and he wanted her. He scooted a little closer until the tip of his cock nudged against her pussy. They both gasped at the same time. Trudy felt the knob of his dick press between her. The wind had been that strong that all the water had been sucked out of the toilet bowl. Aunt Muriel was sitting on the toilet seat and I was sitting on the floor between her legs. This was the only way we could squeeze into this little room plus the emergency items which were stowed either side of the pan.As I sat there I was being surrounded by her perfume and her womanly scent which seemed to be filling the whole room. As we sat there in the almost pitch darkness I could feel the heat from. Tell me about it. You know you can trust me to keep this between us. I hate seeing you like this.” He thanked her and began to tell her about his wife and their relationship. He told her that, with the stress of the new job, he really needed an outlet for some relief and didn’t know where to turn. He explained that he desperately wanted sex and to explore his sexual appetite that seemed to grow by the day but his wife was unwilling. After he finished, Jill stood and gave him a long, intimate. They were poking hard against the fabric of her dress. Every step, every jiggle, conspired to stimulate them further and she was acutely aware by the pressure inside her moist, throbbing pussy that having his lips sucking on her nipples was all she could think of. The drive back to her place seemed to take forever. Meaningless small talk and the aroma of two sexually charged people filled the confined space. When they finally reached their destination, she unclicked her seat belt and turned to.