"Oh god, I can't believe were fucking a third time! I haven't fucked three times since I was in my early twenties dating my husband!" exclaimed Carrie...breathing hard already."And that's why teen cock is so invigorating!" grinned Mrs Jones "It makes you feel young again!"Then she turned on her seat, opened her tanned naked legs and both me and Carrie could see her perfectly shaved bald pink pussy, and as I fucked her friend hard from behind, Mrs Jones played with her wet pussy again in full view. What my old life had been like. I stood in a door frame just a little ways away, not wanting to get any wetter than I needed to. I certainly hoped that Angela didn't get a cold because of this, then laughed because I was actually caring about what happened to someone again. Waiting, I saw my old body walking along, looking completely miserable and soaked to the bone. I remembered it very clearly, how miserable I'd felt when it was me. I waited, then looked down at the small watch on my wrist.. You promised to try like a good sub but I warned you if you did not then you would be bound hands behind you and I would keep you like this while we played so I was the only one who could make you cum.I kept making you drink as we drove in to the night and as we got closer to the house I slowed in a nice wooded area, the car park was a local dogging area and although we were early I was not going to let that stop us having fun. You were fit to burst by now and I could see from your swollen. I could make out her knee and part of her thigh, they were bare and her skirt was up, the Playgirl was draped open on the seat armrest next to her. Another sound from her drifted back to me. My vivid daydream from moments ago came flooding back to me. That is the sounds I had imagined she was making as I pounded her over the very seat her head was resting on. Surely she had seen me enter the train car; surely she had seen me when she looked around….did she even look around? Her sounds.