I'd actually touched titty, real titty. So even if it was a two or perhaps three second fondling, I'd finally achieved the penultimate in front seat g...oping with one's girlfriend.What I didn't expect, was when her hand remained on mine, and my hand remained on her tit, the sound of my name being sung ever so softly as I sat there. "Oh ... David!"Even with her bra on, I now felt the sudden emergence of her hard extended little nipple. But even more surprisingly, her gasp, the audible sigh of. I gently started thrusting my hips, pushing my cock gradually deeper and deeper until my balls were bouncing off her ass. Alma's face was tight, her eyes rolled up in their sockets. I lifted her long athletic legs and pushed them up until they were almost around her ears. I should have been more conscious about her age and that she might be as flexible as she once was, but no protest was ever uttered and I contiued fucking her with increasing tensity. I had no real sense of how much time had. My bookshelves. My posters. My college diploma. My computer screen was a sheet of ice that had text on it, the window boxes, my icons. I could read it. I almost reached out and touched the mouse, seeing if I could move an icy cursor across the frozen screen, when I noticed I wasn't alone.Sitting in the chair across my desk was a naked woman. She was pale-skinned and busty, her purple hair framing a mature face. A hungry face. It was the type of expression older women, nicknamed cougars, would. So with this anoying creaking noise putting me off my game, I decided to go and find out what it was. I opened my door and poked my head out into the corridor and saw Mary on her knees and looking through the rather large key hole in my parents closed door.I decided to walk over to Mary and ask her what she was looking at. As I tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention, she jumped back and just about muffled a shriek. I apologised and asked what she was doing, she just put a finger to my.