Would I be brave enough to go all the way? Will I finally let happen anything someone wants to do with me? The guy that got out was... ummmh…not rea...ly my preferred type I may say: Middle aged I guessed, which is not bad in general but he also had too much weight and simply had something ugly about him which you can´t really name. Just a kind of aura. He approached my car window and started smalltalk which I am not too good in because for someone like me it´s just a waste of lifetime. He. I was breathing deeply, totally relaxed, thinking how you kiss me with such loving passion; our tongues intertwined, fluttering and probing. I imagined your hard pulsating cock pressed up against me, or pulsating in my mouth when you pimped in your rich and delicious creamy seed for me to swallow. I was caressing my breasts with my other hand, pretending it was yours. You can make me orgasm merely by caressing my full round breasts. I rubbed my bare and smooth vagina with the palm of my hand,. Our imaginations are compatible; they share common ground," she said. "You're hard; I'm wet, and not from this frothing water."He reached for her, lifted her as if she weighed half of nothing and settled her on his lap. She didn't protest. Instead, she helped. His arms went around her, and he kissed her passionately. She tasted his tongue. It was hard, too. And insistent. His hand moved from her knee up her thigh. She spread her legs slightly, inviting his touch. The hand didn't stop until it. I snuggled against Jack’s shoulder and gave him a tight squeeze as my way of saying thanks. I stood up and leaned forward onto the table top. The cotton on the tablecloth tickled my naked, diamond hard nipples. I lifted my little skirt up so he could see my soaking pussy and requested, “Fuck me, please!”I knew he’d be horny and hard as hell from watching me suck other cocks and pussies up there, and he immediately dropped his dress shorts and boxers. His big, stiff cock thrust into me easily. I.