We continued fondling one another’s sex organs in the elevator and then went back to the car for more fun. Most of the time we wound up in the back...seat of his car, my skirt and his pants off, fucking and fucking. We loved to be screwing in the car like oversexed teenagers, and I loved having his erect penis sliding in and out of my wet twat, balls slapping heavily against my ass and then the feel of his copious semen ejaculating in and running out of my hole. Occasionally, we would want to. We put our clothes on and went home. Carolyn was so happy that we had fucked in the berry field. Carolyn said, just like a university biology professor to fuck a girl along the railroad track. Sometime you will have to share with me some of the unusual places where you have fucked your young college coeds. Later, I said, but all of them were not so young. Wednesday morning I got up to go for my walk. As I passed Saras house I saw her in the garden. I walked over to say hi, and she asked me to. Then there was a knock at the door. I opened it and he seemed more gorgeous than before. He came in and I shut the door and kissed him straight on the mouth while gently rubbing his cock through his trousers and could feel him hardening further, a nice long rod. I began undoing his shirt and he looked at my Dad. “Do you mind if it’s the three of us?” I said as casually as possible as I revealed his beautiful hairy chest. My Dad looked on and said “You have one hot fucking looking chest mate”. She always was hot and set the tone with her feet.Usually skirts, some flowing, some tight, some a little short, some to the knee. Nice blouses, tank tops and sweaters. Her ear rings would match or be gold hoops. Her cleavage was usually well controlled and curteous, but every once in a while she would push it, a little too tight, too revealing. But when she did she would also wear a necklace with a Harry Potter Deathly Hallows charm on it, that sat squarely at the tip top of the line of her.