Her ass was pressing my penis hard which was thoroughly enjoyed by her. In the silence of the night with only the sounds of our breath as music, I pul...ed down the zip of her nighty and rolled her onto my other side.I then slowly removed her nighty only to reveal a white bra and panty. She moved her small hands on top of my erectile over the shorts. She pushed me to a sleeping posture. She pulled my shorts and underwear together with my dick popping out into her hungry hands.She looked straight. She then told me that it was not a hooker name, that it was her name. Oh.I stole a few glances over at Angelique at stoplights. Those shorts were right up into her crotch and looked uncomfortable. That bikini top did very little to conceal her nipples but apparently it was adequate, her areolas were another story though because most of them were exposed. They were very pale pink in color, quite small in diameter, and beautifully crinkled with excitement.I could have parked in the underground. Though that realisation amplified her lust equally as much as it questioned her morality, it still spurred her to endure with the charade, though her physical attempts proved no more convincing. As she relinquished what little command she had of herself, it was as if he became ethereal. Flowing over and all around her, he was seemingly everywhere at once, his hands strong and yet somehow soft, as they explored her body voraciously. He became inflamed, and she could feel-engorged, as he pressed. And another . . . slowly sinking deep to the hilt of his shaft. I could feel his balls against my wet, trembling lips, but the feel of him inside me at last, in that place that had been preserved for so many years . . . thankfully he stilled so that we could both savor the moment. Then . .. was it just a second or a whole day later? . . . he moved his hips back again, pulling out to the head, then slowly sliding back in. ‘Mmmmmmmmmm that is amazing’ I murmured. ‘Don’t stop.’ ‘Oh don’t worry. I.