I cant get enough you cant get enough . i want you inside me is your cry i need your hard cock . please fuck me please. i stand back and you reach out...sliding you hand expertly down my trousers the pool of precum awaits your hand and lubes my cock up nicely. i undo my trousers and before they hit the ground you have my cock out. you take me into your mouth like a hungry lioness you look up at me as if waiting for approval. i close my eyes and lean back against the door and let out a long moan,. As we are in the car alone I am very surprised as this is not usual for a Muslim lady especially a married one. she tell me her husband has died and its just her and her daughter and that she has no money to pay me, I look at her confused and say there is no payment its fine as long as the both get home safe, no my cock is straining against my jeans trying its best to get out, she must noticed my bulge and asks if that was her or her daughter who caused my discomfort .not wanting to get her. She looked into my eyes as her orgasm ripped through her young naked body. She held my head against her pussy as cum flowed into my mouth. I drank up her sweet nectar and loved every minute of it. I nibbled on her sensitive clit making her scream one more time before I crawled back up and snuggled with her.She was panting against my chest.“Turn over baby, Get on all fours for your daddy.”“Yes daddy” heather answered, her breast still heaving from the orgasm that just ran through her virgin. I don't know how long I was out before I slowly awoke. "Oh, thank god!" I heard Ann say next to me. "I thought I had seriously hurt you!" Ann's voice heavy with concern."No, I'm not hurt; I just think I had a sensory overload." I told her with a tired, loving smile. It was then I noticed that I could move my arms and legs. I looked at Ann with a questioning look.Ann saw me looking at my appendages, with a teary sigh she nodded. "After I thought that I had gone too far," here Ann hung her head..