As usual it was a long motorway journey on a hot sunny day, she had removed her knickers and her dress was up around her waist. We had been following ... truck for a long time and I could feel Jean getting wetter and wetter. Then without warning she had a very violent orgasm and squirted over my hand and the seat. She said at the time she had never had an orgasm like it and never had one like it since. At the next services I parked away from other vehicles so Jean could get out of the car and dry. That evening she was in a classic little black low cut, string strapped party dress in thin sheeny satin that clung to her figure in a way that left no guy who was interested in any doubt that she had every man's dream of a figure, with a ruby necklace hanging like an arrow guiding men's eyes down into her deep cleavage.The door had hardly closed behind the churchgoers when Alison strolled to the spring of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling at the foot of the stairs. Someone had hung it there. She screamed loudly and I knew that the hotel guests in the next room could hear her shouts of pleasure.Anne pulled off my face and I could smell her in my beard. Her panties danced on my cock, still throbbing in need. She stood on the bed, watching me, watching my head follow the sounds of her walking through the room."I am so wet," she told me from the foot of the bed. "So wet," she repeated.I felt her crawl onto the bed between my outstretched legs. She pulled the panties off of my turgid. She rested her hands on myshoulders and pointed her toe delicately as she slipped first one legthen the other into the suit. This brought her body close to me and Isavoured the scent of her warm musk as I closed my eyes and silentlybreathed the scent. "Mmmm, Beatrice is quite right," sighed Angela, "these feel yummy." "Turn around," I requested.She obliged and I fastened the built in bra strap before gently feedingher breasts into the cups."It's nice that we have the same bust.