She didn’t meet her demise in that Mustang. No, a Hell’s Angel bumped her off his Harley as they were engaged in some sort of sexual liaison on th... moving bike. That was the rumor anyway. Joshua knew nothing of the computerized systems in the newer vehicles, but he could make an old Harley purr. He considered rebuilding and reconditioning old Harleys his favorite income-generating hobby. Something fun he did to make a little extra money to supplement his Social Security. That first Saturday. It gave me a very arousing feel and I was lost again in those waves of ecstasy. Now I wanted to explore more of her body with my eyes. I started looking on her thighs and those creases created on the sari by the fullness of her thighs made me go red. I could sense my cock getting harder and harder smelling the scent of her body. Now the conductor came for collection and this was the time I felt I could touch her. I had kept money in my shirts pocket but I still intended to put my hand on the. His cock was over 7” inches and when his knot would swell up to the size of a baseball and add another 2 & ½ inches . I was kind of day dreaming and my ass was hanging over the bench. Oscar, who was my constant companion started to lick the cum in my ass hole still there from my earlier ass fucking by my husband. It felt really nice and when his tongue went inside my ass I came. That got old Oscar trying to hump me. I said what the hell it was a beautiful warm day so I got up and leaned over. I pushed my hips at him and he slid in. "Fuck me" I moaned, "Oh God, please fuck me" and he began stroking his cock into me.It was lust, pure animal lust and that is how we treated it - we went at each other like animals. He was slamming into me and I was grinding up at him. My nails were clawing at his back and my heels were drumming on the backs of his legs. All too soon I felt my climax start to build and just as it rushed toward me he moaned, "Oh God" and I felt his sperm boil out of his.