Faster I whispered, to me he responded by penetrating the lollipop inside and fingering my clit.I wanted to fuck him badly and I cummed outNow it was ...lmost interval we straightened ourselves but he left lollipop inside me.He wanted me to walk with it inside of me.Interval got over we sat again and he kissed me. We both were still horny. He placed his hands inside my top and pinched my nipples. I grabbed the chair as I was in pleasure, I wished it was his teeth. He left his hand and reached for. Taking my shirt from near the log pile she laid it carefully on the grass before removing her shoes and sitting gracefully on it with her legs crossed.“Come here” she ordered beckoning with her index finger “Come closer”I moved in front of her and her finger wagged to guide me forward until my cock bounced inches from her lightly freckled face. She moved even closer, appearing to study every contour of my swollen member, I felt her cool breath on me, for a moment imagining her warm lips. At least she stayed with him, and had been for about ten years. She had come into the shop with the tow driver and her Toyota hanging off the back of his rig. When George told her the motor was “nothing more than a fond memory” and that a new one would be two thousand dollars, plus the labor to install it, she burst into tears. She started blubbering something about a pregnant daughter and how she told her and told her to masturbate and that this was the wages of sin and her husband had run off. “It is her purpose.” I did not argue with her. She had moved herself down in the seat, her legs spread slightly, holding my two middle fingers firmly, moving her womanhood against them in an ever-increasing rhythm. It was all I could do not to pull the car over there on the freeway and risk an arrest for public indecency. Her breathing turned into an unending series of short gasps and I could feel the beginning tremors of her impending climax. “Love…Mr….Marlowe.” She said as she climaxed, her.