She had learned on cam to read my face fairly well, and just a tilt of my head towards the sleeper was enough to tell her to go back there and strip. ...fter she had also undressed me, I pulled her back into the drivers compartment and fucked her from behind, first her pussy and then her luscious ass, loving the tightness of her and the looks on the faces of passing drivers who spotted us. When I was done, we dressed and I ordered her to take us to her house, playing with her body as she drove us. You know what I mean, I was hardly quite when we had sex and whenever I came I let the world know. Well with Ron he is an animal in bed (and anywhere else we can do it) he is hung (maybe an inch longer than you are) and you know me, I have to have sex all the time. I thought I would loose some of this desire, as I got older, now at 36 I seem to be hornier all the time. (Yea, yea, nothing has changed)Part of this problem is because Ron had to fly back and fourth to Washington so much. I am left. One night we had gone to a friend’s house for a party where there were several western men and Viki had quite a lot to drink (she doesn’t normally drink much). By the time we got home she was very drunk and horny. I think the alcohol triggered memories of our time in Bangkok where she had her first sexual experience in a night club with a white man. She started kissing me aggressively and then pulled me to a corner of our bedroom and then turned to face the wall and pushed her ass out towards. We even went so far as to send Devonte a pic of me in my intimates. I was afraid he’d find me a forty-year-old woman unattractive. Though I maintained a nice figure, I had a little extra padding in my ass and my breasts were rather large. I concealed my anxiety and quieted my nerves with a glass of wine as we sat at the computer and began to return instant messages to Devonte. I waited for his response. I didn’t know why I cared about this young man’s opinion of me half a world away. My pulse.