Some things are obvious.I looked around. I couldn't see who they were, but I knew there were at least two people. One person was in the back seat hold...ng me. And somebody had to be driving.That driver knew what he was doing. In other circumstances, I'd have been impressed by his skill. From Applegate, he took us smoothly to the highway and then to the turnpike. We had to be going at least 110 mph.Then I was given a reason to stop caring about where the car was going, how well it was being. She didn't resist at all, and he went deeper than he had intended, the slick tightness of her throat readily greeting, and then accommodating his length. Her mouth was so warm, so delightfully wet, so fuckable.She drew back, achingly slowly, her full lips trailing along his shaft whilst her tongue probed and stroked at him; reaching the tip, she puckered her lips to glide around the shape of his helmet without breaking contact. Then, opening her mouth a little she lunged forward again,. "You like what you feel"? "You are so slender and tight s*s." She lifted her bikini up welcoming my hands directly on her skin. I felt her back and pushed my hands lower down over her buttocks, I squeezed them with my hands and continued down on her upper hamstrings and groin. Her little tight just past teenage pussy was like a extension of the rest of her body, everything fit perfectly together. I judged that mom couldn't us well enough from her distance to figure out what we were doing. I. She took a few steps toward me and asked, "Would you like to touch them?"I nervously reached out my right hand and let my fingertip touch her nipple. It was hard. She reached up and took my hand and placed it flat down on her breast and squeezed. It was so soft and just wonderful. I lifted my other hand to her other breast and began fondling them, amazed at their ability to so hold my fascination."Are they nice, you like feeling my boobs?" Oh, they are wonderful. So soft. Really nice."She had.