''Can i swing with you?''Go ahead.'Samantha went to the swing and we started talking about how are lifes were going and girl talk. It was 3 and it was...time to leave. Me and samantha exchanged moble number so we could hang out more. It was a wednesday and i got a text from Samantha saying 'Hey Ellen, i was wondering if you might want to stay over this saturday and come to Church with me? Xx Sam'Of course i responded with 'yes i would love to!'It was saturday morning and i quickly woke up packed. Then she put her hand down onto the huge bulge that was sticking out of my pants. She grabbed onto it and held it firmly. “Oh you want to feel that?” I asked. Then my dick was getting harder and harder by the second. A nice older lady was grabbing my large dick. I was breathing in and out steadily. “So does that mean that you like that Jack? Do you like having a nice MILF grabbing on your dick like that?” Pam asked. I could barely answer that question. I was just dealing with my heart beating. We were on highway 96, the road that followed the Klamath river across the Klamath National Forest. It met up with highway 263 a few miles west, and from there it was either a couple of miles back north to hit a junction with I-5 or else just a dozen miles or so south to Yreka, where 263 and I-5 merged. He must've decided to switch over to the coastal route once he hit California for some reason and was planning to take this road west and south until he hit the coast. Still, looking at the. I walked to the couch and knelt before her, smiling. I placed my hands on her soft white thighs and slid upward until I felt her silk panties. She bit her bottom lip. My fingers wrapped around the fabric and began to pull down. "What're you doing?" she asked and took another sip of wine."I want to relax you," I said as her panties slipped over her round, toned buttocks. She wiggled on the sofa in an attempt to help.I pulled her panties down her thighs, past her knees, and let them crumble.