He had said to me before, with my mouth stuffed full of his big cock, “You like the taste of my girls pussy!?!” But it was never planned out or di...cussed, at least not by me. He would be out with his girlfriend, they would fuck and then with out cleaning himself off, he would have me come over or meet him somewhere to give him head. I think he got off on the fact that I was tasting his girl’s pussy. To be truthful, I was! The musky smell of her pussy still on his dick, the almost tangy sting on. She was slightly nervous when he massaged her belly as she's a mature women, no more six pack and has a little extra here and there, but most noticeable at her belly. He masterfully pushed down just above her pubic hair rejoin, she felt he was massaging her ovaries. Really turned her on, was breathing harder, kept her eyes closed. He next moved down and did the front of her legs, she parted her legs to assist him plus give him a great view of her genital region. She'd open her eyes slightly to. I already had a poor opinion of non-canadian hockey fans and questioned their overall knowledge of the game, but cheering on an off-side… that was unheard of. She turned and smiled at me. I wasn't sure, maybe she was teasing me. I kept splitting my attention in equal parts between the game and Ana. She started squirming a little bit, and rocking back and forth in her seat, holding onto the armrests. She was biting her lips, it seemed. I thought she needed to pee real bad. Dan too was shuffling. Soon she was adept at slipping her bra off as soon as she got in the car with him–and she loved thrilling him by sometimes not wearing a bra at all. When they were at the Park–their name for a little undeveloped area at the end of a street far from the school–Carol would take her blouse and bra off entirely, and snuggle in his arms bare to her waist. He would stroke her smooth back as they kissed, her heavy breasts pressed against him, sometimes he would take his shirt off too, and she would.