I didn’t want her first time to be in the car. I ended up masturbating in the bathroom to relieve myself temporarily. I swear a part of me still thi...ks that she planned it out this way because her eyes were twinkling throughout the entire ceremony and reception and she kept “accidentally” sliding her hand across my hard cock. She won’t admit it to this day, but with her being an awful liar, I know that she knew what she was doing. I finally got through all of our friend’s and family’s. Then sheraised those legs into the air. She was nearing the crest. As her stiff fingers, bunchedtogether into a cock- like shape, slid up her cunthole, that smoldering crater squishedand slurped. Her cuntlips sucked on her fingers as she probed deeply into herfuckhole. A rushing wave caused her to gasp as she hung just below the peak. Butalthough Catherine loved to come, she was enjoying this frigging so much that shewanted to make it last as long as possible, to enjoy a lingering build up. Then she pushed me down on the sofa and she took out a condom from somewhere and put it on my throbbing dick.And she sat on top of me easily gliding my tool inside her wet vagina.Though she was 42 she must have been a good athlete in her younger days.She was not tiring only.She kept on moving up and down and I was finding it difficult to keep pace with her.After 6-8 minutes of continuous humping I felt she had an orgasm and I was having a feeling of being used..She slowed down and told me she. Yes, that's a pun but, really, I mean it literally. I enjoy eating meals out. I have my favorite places all over: the breakfast joints, the excellent little pubs where the cook doesn't know he could be a chef, seafood on the water, dark-paneled steak houses. Different places for different moods, different company, different purposes.I was at a place I like to go for lunch when I am by myself. Great food, busy enough to be private if you know what I mean, good light for reading, excellent.