We met and I wrapped her in a quick hug and a long kiss. My hands traveled down her back to her cheeks, gripping her ass. I lifted her up and set her ...own on the hood of my car. We kissed for several minutes, her sitting, me leaning into her. Without warning, she broke the kiss and slid down the hood, and to her knees in front of my crotch. She was wearing a pair of short jean shorts, flip flops and a purple tank top. From the straps, her bra was white. She unzipped my shorts before I took. I also started to have perspiration on my forehead as well. After that he kissed me on my lips and I was replying him my tongue was in his mouth he was licking my lips and me too then he kissed me on my neck and face, lick me on neck I was enjoying. At that time I and he both were very horny. He laid me on the ground and came on top of me and started kissing hardly and pinching on my chest nipples. He was treating my male breast a if they were female boobs and he was pressing them in that. She had tan lines from a bikini, which allowed the area to be surrounded by a deep tan color while her pink, puffy pussy lips rested in a small patch of cream colored skin. I had never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life. Then Amber reached down and with her middle and index fingers she slid them slightly inside her slit and then spread her pussy lips apart so I could see the deeper pink skin covered by her wetness. The sun was out, it was a. You want someone to set you free. You want to feel alive. Isn’t that right? Say it, Mrs. Blaylock. Say, ‘I want to feel alive.’”With such quiet fervor that I knew it came from the depths of her soul, Mrs. Blaylock whispered, “I want to feel alive.”“Say, ‘I don’t want you to go.’”She hesitated for a long moment, then, as if crossing a final line, said, “I don’t want you to go.”“Say, ‘I want you to fuck me!’”She looked at me full of fear. “I... I can’t say that!”“You can’t say what, Mrs..