"Colin Jones stepped up and took his wife by the shoulders and directed her to stand aside, "We have to let go sometime, and his plan is all mapped ou... and he has a schedule that we're going to interfere with." He said gently to his tearing, but not really crying (yet) wife.Kathryn Carlson smiled and held her husband's hand squeezing it, "Only ten more years and we're going to be doing that...wow. Time flies."Bryan nodded, "You ain't kidding."Colin held his hand out and pulled his son into a. As we loaded his stuff; Carl sat down at the back seat; but, before starting the drive, Ana told me she would be more comfortable by travelling in the back seat too.My wife was wearing a loose skirt, which she used to wear very often to take a long road trip.We hit the highway, and not long after, I heard some strange noises in the back seat.I adjusted the rear mirror and could see Carl had his eyes closed and he was moaning very softly. I also could see Ana’s curly hair head bobbing up and. I still held her down, wanting to see how long we could do it.I switched my mouth to her other tit, biting down gently on her nipple. What I heard was an “Ohh, God, harder!” I bit down a little less gently and she squirmed, crying out, I wasn’t sure if it was in pain or ecstasy. Maybe she didn’t even know.“Oohhh… I can’t… please… fuck me!”The time had come, for me as well. My cock felt ready to burst. I couldn’t take any longer, either. I’d just come a short while ago, but still… Somehow, we. I applied some mascara to my eyelashes, put a little blue shadow on mylids, a light touch of rouge on my cheeks and finished off with some rubyred lip liner and lipstick. I sprayed a bit of perfume on my neck andchecked the clock. I still had 15 minutes before Jackie was due toarrive. I looked at myself in the mirror, and straightened out my dresswhen I realized that I needed to do my nails!I sat back down at the vanity and chose some red nail polish and appliedthe polish in even strokes. I.