She soon found a cab and was clear of the airport. The traffic on Southern Cross drive was not in its usual dire state of congestion, and they made st...ady progress. Susan sat back, and for the first time began to wonder, whether this weekend had any particular meaning or importance. ‘I got drawn into it almost by accident,’ she pondered, ‘if Diane hadn’t found Harry as a dance teacher, I would have made my excuses, and that would have been it…but would it? Joe was so determined. No, he wouldn’t. My head is resting on her thigh and as I suck on one of her beautiful, full, sexy tits, she is stroking my cock and I can hear her fingers working in and out of her pussy!I could feel her breathe coming harder and her stoking on my cock had me fairly rigid and ready. She pulled her breast back brought the fingers of her other hand around and said, “Open wide.” This was one of the things that when we were teens had established her dominance over me. The idea of eating a pussy was just disgusting. She reached between their sweaty bodies and cupped his testicles, rolling them gently as he slid in and out. He reached down and, putting his elbows behind her knees, rolled her up slightly, moving his knees up to under her buttocks. He reached down and cupped one cheek in each hand. She could feel him filling her up and wave after wave of pleasure wove it’s way through her body. He began to work his hips faster, one hand snaking down to gently rub her clit. He could feel her body getting ready. It would be easier to have sex in the truck, that was a given. But it would be more interesting to do it in a Bradley. I could almost picture the major, stripped to the waist and coming out of the Bradley, crooking his finger in invitation, a sly smile on his face. I’d never been inside a Bradley, I wondered if there was room to fuck. My mind full of the naked major, I managed to push, then pull the stupid box across the room. ‘Do you need some help?’ The deep voice from behind startled me. I.