(Of course, they're secondary to those perverted daydreams of me doing my things to her.)She was parked at my curb again this morning. With a perfect ...iew into her car, I gazed upon her beautiful cleavage, while she sat facing toward the bus stop. The usual guys, predominately black, were standing there gabbing. I wondered if she was watching them and having the same fuck-fantasy; I had been cooking-up in my head for her."E.S.P. does work," I whispered, as her hand went to her breast and. Just like a woman to know what I needed, she let up on my clit and started trying to find my g-spot, while rubbing my little rosebud, working a finger in so very slowly. She found my g-spot quickly, and started stroking as she got her finger past my clenching ring up to the first knuckle. I was going mad, pulling on my breasts and thrusting my hips, my toes curling as waves built. I felt like I was going to lose it, when I came. I squirted a little, she was so happy. As I was coming down from. She wiggled and squirmed and then thrashed and bucked, “aaaahhhh!”She did not try to stop me or push me away and after several minutes I moved up. I looked between us and she quickly positioned my cock. I pushed into her almost hot and tight pussy and she groaned. I buried my cock in her and settled and kissed her, “now?”She was shaking and looked at me as I held still. She smiled and hugged me and her pussy clenched, “push in and out.”I hesitated, “deep like this?”She kissed me, “just like. I popped a top and took a healthy swig. Beer wasn’t my favorite type of alcohol in the world, but it was alcohol, and… “did you know you can’t buy wine in a convenience store in this state?” I asked him. “The clerk said…” “—you have to go to a liquor store for wine, yeah,” he finished for me. “I wish I had known that,” I grumbled before taking another large gulp of light beer. Yuck, but at least it was alcohol. “I would have stopped before I got to the state line.” “Yeah, but that wouldn’t.