It was getting a little steamed up so I suggested we open a window. We wound down the window and asked the couple if they liked what they saw.They sai... that they were enjoying it very much and would like to stay. We were now the only two cars in sight and decided to play. We had never done anything like this before and explained this, they said that we were doing fine and to just relax. We now had the door open and I was shafting my wife's pussy for all I was worth. I could not believe my ears. It clung to her toned body and wrapped seductively around her firm, 36D breasts.She was an attractive girl and was popular around the neighborhood, friendly and outgoing – and a little flirtatious with the boys! Rebecca was a bit of a tease but in a good way. She wasn’t the type to use her charms to take advantage of the boys, only to make them earn her favors. She often joked about how she fit “somewhere between a slut and a prude”!At 20 years old, Rebecca (or Becky as she preferred to be. She'd never attended a day of college, and had only been pressed into service as the sportswriter years before when Mike, short a junior reporter, had noticed that Anissa was at every game he went to, usually with a small child or two in tow. She was knowledgeable about the sports and the kids playing them, and he figured that she could at least give him raw information that he could convert into a legible story, giving Mike the occasional chance to go home and get away from all that. Over the. "You took such a nastyfall outside! You told me you were okay, and you wanted to lie down;then you passed out a minute ago. I was going to call 911." I now sawthe phone in his hand.I was so confused! Who was this man? I'm Sarah? "Who are you?" I saidaloud.He pulled away from me with a confused look on his face. "Sarah, it'sme. Allen. Your husband! Sarah, don't you know who I am?" Not really." All of a sudden I had a huge surge of memories in my head, and Icollapsed. This man, Allen,.