He sat down opposite it and picked up a fork. As he sat struggling with the decision to pursue meat or pasta first he became aware that the pasta was ...oving. Not in any random, purposeless way, you understand but deliberately as though possessed of a collective intelligence. Slowly the strands began to rearrange themselves from the tangled knot that the bowl had contained to a series of neat coils. Gradually the plate took on the look of a ship's tomato-ey sauced foc'sl, its ropes coiled neatly. " Or you." I let go of his hard cock long enough to sit on the bed and organize a pillow to lie back on. He was standing watching every move I made. I opened my legs so that he could see all but the very butt of my panties. "Take them off for me?"As he sat on the bed and got between my legs, he said, "In a second." And leaned forward to spread my legs farther and put his face directly into my aching pussy. He kissed me again. This time over the area that covered my opening vagina. Len took a. I asked her to take off her bra. But she didn’t. She said to do it yourself? I struggled a bit but then pulled it off. And there were the most amazing breasts.Within a second, I was all over them; sucking them, kissing them. I was not in control at all. I would press one boob while I was sucking on the other and madly. It was like some animal had taken over me. I was also rubbing my cock on her thighs. She was making these hush voices which were driving me real crazy. Then she came on top of. I fired up the engine and with a throaty rumble took off out of the parking lot. We rode for about a half hour, exchanging comments whenever we hit stop lights or pauses in traffic. She told me she was from New York and had only recently moved to Florida.As we continued to ride I noticed that she began pressing her body harder and harder against me. Her small rock hard nipples were pressing deeply into my back and it almost felt as if she was grinding her pelvis into the seat of my bike as we.