She began to gently massage my fingers.I was lying on the couch, one thigh against the back rest and the other flat on the couch.When her fingers ligh...ly caressed my thighs and I almost jumped."You remind me of Jennifer. I would love to do a photo shoot of you someday." That'd be nice. I could give them to Kevin on his birthday."Her fingers moved dangerously close to my pussy and I stretched like a lazy pussy cat. Nancy needed no further encouragement.Her fingers gently probed my pussy, softly. After a few minutes, she again stopped and said, "Oh fuck, I'm so wet. I want to fuck you right now." She stood up and quickly peeled off her pants. Holy shot, she wasn't wearing panties. She straddled my lap, lowered her dripping cunt onto my cock, and began riding up and down. I started thrusting into her, matching her rhythm. I reached up and took off Otter's bra, releasing her beautiful breasts. Her brown nipples sat tantalizingly in front of my face. I grasped her right breast in my hand. Stroking his cock as I was moving back into my place I asked if he would play with my asshole. He moaned as I brought myself up onto my kneels in the drivers seat with my ass up in the air. I was wearing Umbro shorts so he was easily able to slide his hand in. His hand dove for my smooth crease while the middle finger wiggled into my moist boy hole. While he spread and poked at my little hole I began sucking him as far as I could go just until gagging. I kept working with him moaning and. He immediately noticed a young woman parked near his car with her hood up. She was leaned against the grill of her car looking under the hood in a very frustrated manner. As Marty got closer he realized that it was Patti, the gorgeous Asian girl he had met on the jogging path.She twirled toward him surprised as she heard his footsteps converge on her. “Oh my God! You scared me,” exclaimed Patti.“It’s me, Marty Jackson,“ he said, “From the jogging path.”“Yes, Reverend Jackson,” she said, “I am.