At around 8 minutes of action, I had still not cum, but my mom appeared to have been doing all the work now. She was moving her hips on her own, grind...ng my cock.Now, hips surely don’t lie, but I really hoped this was not a preview of far more sinister things to come.“Yess… Yes… Mmmmm… Baby… Fuckk!” my mom squealed, exactly a minute later.“Was this also normal?” I had to admit I was having second thoughts about the whole arrangement, now.By the time 10 minutes passed, after my first stab, my. I’m enveloped in man-scent. Not nasty, just the distinctively rich thick scent of Man. He juggles me around the huge steering wheel and various other pieces of equipment before depositing me on a seat to his right. He turns on a low, purplish under-dash light and examines what he has hauled in from the night. “Y’all kin call me Thad” he introduces himself. “From Sugar Hill, Georgia.” And I’m Honey-Lee from Punta Gorda, Florida I counter. “Right proud to meetcha’ll. Honey-Lee from Punta. She was at the point now where it looked like she didn't care if anyone saw what he was doing. The song ended and she kissed him on the mouth. She lingured there for a moment and I could see their tongues moving together. The band went into another slow jam and they continued their union. It was like the kiss was part of a half time show. It didn't take but a moment for them to get back to where they were. Right away she pressed to him and directed his hand to her pussy. In the previous dance,. Liv, already sensing what was to come, relaxed entirely and nestled back into the sofa. Stella massaged Liv's outer thighs and then slipped her hands to the inside of her knees. The two women met each others gaze with the most heavily sex laden glance I have ever seen. Smiles played around their mouths as they revelled in the anticipation. My heart almost stopped beating as I looked on. I drank in their bodies. Both in their 40's they had the fine lines of age on their faces, hands, throats and.