I bow my back and press my hips into yours, longing for you to feel the telltale signs of the craving that swells in my belly. With a sudden mind of ...heir own, your hands roam over my body, squeezing, kneading, groping, as your hunger echoes back the intensity of mine. Your fingers trace the familiar trail from my nipples to my warm, wet cunt; and as you press into me, I exhale in a low growl. Increased intensity fuels your agression and you nip sharply at the flesh on my back. The bites both. I wanted her body and mind to feel things she had only imagined about. For it all to become real for her....to allow her appetite for making to grow stronger and more urgent . She said....'Ive so wanted this....I’ve so so wanted this'. It was so sexy, so lovely. I lay back and told her to take her time, to really take it slowly, to tell me what she liked, what felt good, and she did. I remember her kneeling on top of me, her slim sexy silky thighs either side of me, leaning down so her face was. Getting up off the lounge chair, Olivia looked up and saw the curtains next door flutter. Yep, Mr. Spencer was watching. He was probably stroking that wrinkly old shriveled cock of his. Olivia smiled and waved at the empty window, there was no harm in letting him know she knew he was there. Maybe she'd give him something worthwhile to watch later, like tanning topless, or nude altogether!Olivia went to bathroom and grabbed the rubbing alcohol. The one good things about having a mother that's a. But this submissive has been having challenges to providing our play space and my overnight accommodations. I was so horny I actually started talking about us meeting in his car.I am sharing this here because I feel a little embarrassed and if I'm embarrassed there's probably something interesting for someone, in this documentation of my experience. I don't want to be seen as a chyk who will travel 3 hours via public transportation to get some wicked awesome head from some deud in the back seat.