"I see that you're anxious. I guess you intend to break in your bed tonight." I hoped we could," she said, and then neither of us did any talking for ...he next half hour - only grunting, groaning, and a little moaning. Afterwards I didn't see any need to go back to my own bed since Marjorie's was nice, warm, and comfortable.I slept well cuddled up to Marjorie, but she woke me before the sun was up and shooed me back to my own bed. I don't guess keeping appearances up would hurt anything, but I. She took the ear buds out and proceeded to tell us about how she got it. An ex-boyfriend and their buddies went deer hunting regularly and this was the liner of a warmer jacket. Things escalated. We talked until she got off in about twelve miles.In that time we heard about her trips to Alaska, Hawaii and lots of things about her son and his work.Either just after she left, or not long before, a man behind her seat started telling jokes:"Three guys walk into a bar..." What do you call..."On it. Again with her hands on his belly, she began to ride his cock harder and deeper. Feeling it grow and spread the walls of her pussy, she felt her lips tighten on his cock as her walls clamped down to massage it with each thrust she made. His muscles tightened as his body tensed, while he received her full weight bearing down, forcing his cock as deep as it could possibly go. He heard her gasp each time she took it in and he started to thrust back as much as his bonds would let him. Together,. I was pretty sure the guy masturbating while watching me. I decided to give him a little show and “accidentally” dropped my lipstick. I bent over so he could have a good view of my ass while I picked my lipstick (very slowly). After making sure he gotten a good view of my ass I walked towards the car and lent into the open car window. I could see a young guy in his late teens behind the wheel and he had pulled his shirt out and was trying to hide his raging hard on. “Hi sweetie need a hand.