Opening the door she slipped behind the steering wheel and almost cursed. Because she was so short she had the seat pulled up almost as far as it woul... go so her feet could reach the pedals, but that had always created another problem. You see Abbey's chest measured an easy 44DD and it always took a few moments to adjust herself and not get her huge breasts caught in the spokes of the steering wheel. This was, she reflected once again, the only time she cursed her large breasts. What would it. “Oh, so you’re a literary critic now?” Johnson said, a scowl etched in his face. “No! I mean, that’s just what I think…” “And since when were you a prize-winning writer, Will? How many competitions have you joined? I’m so dreadfully sorry if my apparent lack of experience has offended your clearly more superior conquests.” Johnson said, his tone trying its hardest to turn sarcasm into pure loathing. William was at a loss. He was infuriating Johnson with the supposedly. My mother-in-law is humping me and my wife is getting off on it!’ D whispered in my ear. ‘Relax Mark, Sue’s cool with this, she wants me to have you. My God darling your cock feels so good. When I saw it growing I knew I had you.’ I just groaned. ‘Look at your wife. She got her lovely tits out and a hand down her shorts too! Fuck doesn’t she look good enough to eat?’ The whole thing was just so erotic. D and I humping while she talks dirty, Sue playing and me still speechless. ‘Undo my blouse. My cock is incredibly hard and throbbing inside my pants and it is getting difficult to concentrate on driving. But, I don?t want to stop fingering your delightful pussy, and I am sure, by now, that you don?t want me to stop, either. You eagerly spread apart your legs even more, enough so I can turn my hand and cup your mound with my palm. Then, I insert my middle finger into your hot slit and push it deep into your wet hole, finger-fucking you. A sharp intake of breath tells me I have found.