I had just reversed into the driveway, that’s another thing we do, passengers do not like it when we drive into the driveway and have to reverse out...but when we take them home it’s the opposite, we drive in and reverse out. Anyway, I had just reversed in and stopped when the front door opened and this vision appeared. She was gorgeous, her blond hair piled on top of her head, her tall, slim figure clothed in a dress that fitted like a glove and highlighted a figure to die for. The dress had the. (Damn right?). As the booze kicked in we got a little closer and attracted to one another. Next thing I knew was that she had her hands on my thighs and well that gave me the green light to start being a bit bold. In my mind, I was like cha-ching.The warm evening continued and eventually, I had my arms around her waist and she did not stop me from letting me feel her body. We kept rubbing against each other and consistently had our hands interlocked. I love a woman’s neck and I couldn’t resist. I must have poured a quarter of a cup of semen in my underwear and the heavenly sensation I felt then is impossible to describe.This session with Brenda was only the first of many that took place after that evening. To prevent the pain in the back of my neck from reoccurring, I usually made her turn on her left side instead of her right.I did this by applying a little pressure on her shoulder until she was facing me. I could then slide my whole body, head first under the blankets until my head. Junior, already awake inside my boxers, obviously loved her touch. ‘Maybe I can give you a sort of retainer,’ she purred. She lowered the zipper on my suit pants and her hand ducked inside. Finding what she was looking for was no problem, but she had to tug a little to pull it through my fly. Her lips were much too close and I couldn’t resist kissing them. She tasted good, not like candy or mouthwash but like honeysuckle on the wind. Her hand was squeezing me below. My pants zipper was rubbing.