I'd rested up some, pulled her up on my lap and had her mount me. She didn't want to look at me but I made her do it anyway. If she were allowed to ...lose her eyes maybe she could pretend this wasn't real. I wasn't having that shit. This was VERY real. She came with a little more force this time. My guess was that she was used to riding her wimp of a husband. She broke down and cried more as I wrung the orgasm out of her married, abused pussy. Ruth's face was a mess now. The door. My stiff cock is standing up out of my pants banging against the steering wheel while I’m driving and my balls are throbbing with hot spunk. I’m pulling myself as I thread my way thru the traffic and I can smell the heat coming up from between my legs. And I’m dreaming of … woman. Sliding into her, hot and wet, legs opening, cunt juice, kissing, holding, crazy fucking, breasts – ah, I love a woman’s breasts… wish I could pull over and finish myself … but no way. I’m late for my next. We continued to kiss and I was undoing his pants, and freed his cock from its denim prison. It was warm, smooth, and much larger than my husbands. A perfect 8 incher. I got down on my knees, and started to do what I did best. I took his cock into my mouth, and started licking the head all around, and relaxing my throat muscles so I could deep throat him. Sucking cock was (and is), something I like to. I could do it all day long. I could already feel the pre-cum oozing from the tip, and I. ’ That jacket had seen many years, and many places. The tales it could tell. We left the house and headed off up the road. On the way we talked about all the things that we couldn’t talk about in front of Terri’s parents, how Dave & Andy were having problems after Andy discovered he was bisexual, about Julie and Peter’s new girlfriend and how they were going to set up a triad, all the sort of things that are just a little too ‘out there’ for Terri’s f****y. We walked across the common arm in.