I started to cum, breathing deeper and deeper as he worked me up. Fuck, it felt good. I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me, biting hard on his l...p. It was Jordan. Jordan was touching me. The taboo feeling washed over me again as I felt hornier, the desire for his fingers to enter me became overwhelming. Wrapping one arm around his head, I pulled him in for a passionate and hungry kiss. Our mouths worked furiously, keeping in time with the fingers slicking backwards and forwards over my. So we played with each other.“It was me who started it – of course it was: women always control sex, except when it’s rape, and that certainly wasn’t the case with us. Dan was very naïve, being a couple of years younger than me, and while I think he’d discovered the pleasure he could get from stroking his cock, he hadn’t gone further in widening his sexual experience.“I, of course, had had sex education at school, and knew what a cock could do – and particularly, what one could do for me. But. I heaved and with his help managed to steady him, we were close together, that was when I felt his hand between my legs, and his finger between my labia, he was rubbing me and I had no way to stop him, for fear of jumping back, he would fall, so I endured his advances and slowly moved him towards the car, daddies fingers were deep inside me, when I eventually open the door and through him onto the passenger seat.Closing his door, I went to the drivers side, got in, and sat down and buckled-up,. Slowly at first but picking up the pace quickly. I keep my lips clamped tightly around him, Feeling a man thrust like that, knowing he could cum at any moment is such a turn on for me. I feel my pussy juice up, I feel myself getting more turned on. Jordan must sense this because one hand leaves my breast and slips up inside my skirt. His fingers push inside me and I groan, a muffled moan around the fast pumping cock. Then a loud groan from behind the sheet and I taste salty, warm man juice.