She hugged my arm pressing that perfect tit against me as we hurried to the car. I pressed the unlock button and held the umbrella for her as she step...ed into the car.I asked her where she needed to go enjoying the fact that this woman was setting so close to me. Moments ago she was but a fantasy and now she was next to me, unfortunately driving in the rain required that I take my eyes off her tits. In the effort to get in the car she did get a little wet and the thin fabric clung to her tits. Women were not a big part of my life, but being in my early thirties I still felt I had a chance to meet a nice woman one day. I was a lonely man but at least I had a good job that was slowly sucking the life out of me.Well back to my strange story, I decided to get out of my car and walk to the nearest payphone to see if I could call up my brother Jimmy, or my friend Tony. I just wanted to get home one way or another; I'd worry about the car later. As I began to walk down a long lonely path,. We shuddered our way through a climax. She kissed me, climbed off, sucked me clean and went about her chores, sperm trailing from her pussy and leaking down her legs. She knew what that would do for the younger men, and ten minutes later, she was getting a further quantity of Hudson sperm, though not mine, added to her thirsty quim. Such a hussy, that girl!I bought a motor coach. Honest. A real live luxury coach, the sort people went to the seaside in at one time. There were just short of. ” Beth is a lovely woman, a fisherman’s wife, a women used to hard work and disappointment. Her life revolves around her family, her husband, her daughter and Tyler, her baby, who she adores. She is a women, beautiful and sexy, and yet so natural. As her truck drove up the laneway Kizzie, my watchdog, barked and growled as if the Barbarian Hoards were about to sack Rome. “Zybeath, are you decent?” A deep and profound question, one that I have often asked myself. Half submersed in my.