Then her head went into my lap as she took my hard cock into her mouth. It seemed painfully slow, as if time itself had slowed to a crawl. “Oohhh,�... I groaned with pleasure, “Aunt Mandy, but…” “No ‘buts’,” she reprimanded, barely stopping. “Ohhhh, ohhh, ohhhkayyy.” I finally managed. She was sliding her hand and mouth slowly up and down my shaft; slowly, rhythmically, expertly, interrupted only by the occasional pause to swirl her tongue around the head of my cock. She continued until I began to. I drove home and checked that I had no messages, no desperate cries for help from clients. I checked my own email and went to bed early. I had a little trouble falling asleep, though. Pictures of the beautiful young Karen being raped in an alley danced in my head.The next day was Saturday. I got up early enough to have a quick breakfast and do my yard work before it got too hot. Then I went inside and got cleaned up. I poured myself a nice cold drink, sat down in the living room and did some. Her naked body was rolling from side to side as I got turned on by the sight of her soiled cunt framed with her stockings and suspenders. As she rolled over and I saw her raise up onto her hands and knees I climed on to the desk and pushed my cock back inside her open pussy and started to fuck her my balls slamming against her ass as I took my pleasure with this dirty married Lady her belly was full of my cum and I was about to empty more inside her. She was bucking like a bitch on heat beneth. The parking lot was to brightly lit to try so it would have to be on the way to the bar, she drove like a woman with no care for the speed limit cause she would just cry or flirt her way out of the ticket. I browed a friends Caprice Classic that we used to scare our friends with it looked like a cop car with working sirens, lights, and a speaker. I pulled behind her and turned the light on she was going 50 in a 35 so she knew that for the most part this was the real deal. She pulled over and.