I lean forward now, and push my clit against the pommel, watching as my lips part against the leather and expose my hidden button. Its swollen shaft r...bs against the raised front of the seat, causing me to gasp with pleasure, and I close my eyes, my head tossed back. “Hello, Sarah.” Out of the heat and haze of my sexual arousal, a voice wafted in on the warm air of the summer’s day. I was so detached from my surroundings that at first I hardly noticed it. “Hello, Sarah.” Again that far off. This cleared up any doubt in her mind: She was getting horny. “This is…this is weird.” “Nothing weird. We like looking at adult material together. Actually, Kayla reminds me of your Aunt Paula.” he shifted in the chair, his leg brushing against Chelsea’s even more. “What?!” They were talking about her mom’s sister. Chelsea’s mom was 38 years old; a couple years younger than her dad. Her Aunt Paula was around 33 or something like that. “I know, they don’t look alike, but Kayla’s boobs remind me. Ah.. ah..” Soon her ass tightened and her hands on my head pushed me harder and she was cumming. A flood of pussy juice filled my mouth and dripping down her thighs again. I continued to lick and suck her clit and she came again and again till we lost count and she grabbed my head and brought me up to her lips and kissed me. “Honey, you need to give me some time to breath too” and came another sloppy kiss from her. She licked her pussy juice from my lips and chin. A little later, I moved on top. I caught my hand sliding down the elastic wasteband of my pajama pants, then my panties, but I was too unwilling and/or unable to stop it. As my fingertips reached the clit, a shockwave went through my body and I was unable to contain myself any longer. I ripped my pjs and panties off, and couldn’t help but notice that they were soaked through as they slid down my freshly shaven legs. One hand on my phone, the other cupped my wet mound. It was wet to the touch and the lips of my pussy were.