Those days of clumsy fumbling, days of exploration, of explosion.I remember the first time she pulled my hand toward her lips and took my middle finge... in her mouth. She then guided that hand, finger slick with her saliva, down to her panties and past her waistband. She had taken to wearing sun dresses when we met. Looking back, I believe it might have been to afford me easier access to bare skin and cotton fabric.Her mom had a rule: As long as I see both of your heads through the car window. We came to her car. My car was being serviced and Heather had brought me to work. I went to the front passenger door. ‘No, Steve. In the back. Flat down.’ I crawled across the seat. Heather took her coat off and flung it over me. She started the car and drove out of the car park at speed, crashing over the speed bumps, and knocking the breath out of me. I stayed put even when she started driving fast. ‘OK, Steve. You can sit up now.’ I pushed her coat off me and sat up. We were on the local. Then the fucking started, the cock beingwithdrawn, then slammed back into the reluctantasshole. The man picked up a rhythm, and his victim had time toconsider his situation; he felt his bottom beingstretched, but not actually painfully so. He then beganto like the feeling as the rampant prick slid forwardinto him. Without thinking he started pushing backagainst the thrusts, his engorged cock getting moreexcited as the shagging went on. After about 10 minutes of fucking, the cock sped up. Planting her heels on either side on him, she twisted up and down, gobbling more and more of his cock with each rotation of her hips. Her hand stroked her clit furiously, her face twisted in blissful agony. She gyrated up and down and his dick sunk deeper in her ass. Her pussy gushed. Oooh, youre getting deeper. God, youre so deep in me. I cant wait till youre all the way in my ass. Till youre so deep in my married ass OH!. Finally his massive cock bottomed out inside her. They moaned in.