“No, you keep driving.” She said as she grabbed my hair and slightlypulled it. She liked to be in control and she definitely had my attention.She ...tarted kissing my neck, sucking a little and biting a little. Ilike it rough at times and she was eager to take me there.“Quit teasing me, if you are going to do it, just do it.” I was so readyfor it, so ready for her to slide her fingers into my wet pussy. Readyto cum, ready to get home so that we could continue and so that I couldtaste her. Ah yes,. His name was Paul, and she introduced herself to him. He was headed to Baton Rouge, and he offered to drop her off anywhere in Houston that she needed to go. After a few minutes of chat-chat, Heyna noticed that the driver’s dick was still out of his pants, and it was still rock hard. Heyna decided to let the driver jack off to her tits and pussy instead of those magazine girls. Without disclosing her plans to Paul, Heyna slipped off her shirt and unsnapped her bra in a matter of seconds. It. I'd be cooking or washing a pan and she'd slip in behind me quietly and cup my breasts, then rub my nipples and kiss my neck. Often, this would result in supper being delayed or forgotten.Connie continued to worship my body—it's the only accurate description I can come up with. She washed my hair in the shower, rubbed my feet (if you don't think that can be erotic, think again) and was always ready to apply moisturizer in the places I couldn't reach. She painted my toenails too, a chore I. Vern stuck it inside her cunt yet another time and basked in pure sensation, divorced from fantasy. It was sheer delight, a magnificent sex high. Vern looked at her reflection as she stooped. She could see her tendons tighten, her pectorals strain and her thighs bulge outward as she at tempted to negotiate the widest possible split while stooping. She tickled her outside area with the tip of the electric cock, then began to penetrate. She could see a circle of flesh materialize around the dildo.