.With your other hand you start touching your boobs, you are getting seriously turned on. We are lucky it's getting dark, but it's so warm inside the ...ar... I look at your feet, your legs, your dress... but I have to focus on the road. It's torture! I try to grab your tits with my hand but you turn away... you still have one hand on my leg and this time you go ahead and put it right on my crotch. Now you feel how hard I am and you get even hornier... your right hand is in your panties so you. Ooooooooooooooohhhhhh.........ahhhhhhhhhh.....tell them we fuck together. Telllll themmmmmm...... fuck yesssss.” Juices and sweat came together as we released our last load. We lay hugging each other exhausted, comfortable this time and we fall asleep as I, and maybe Dan too, had an idea much wilder that ever. Saturday noon. My husband has not yet arrived home. There was a message left near the phone written by my daughter that her daddy won’t be home until late afternoon. It’s obvious and I. Hope you people will also like this sex story of mine.This is a real incident no fantasy involved.As you know, I was physically involved with Asif for quite some time. This incident was a shocking experience to me as I thought Asif was also physically and mentally involved with me but after this incident, I realized he was only sexually attached to me and even I have to do the same as there was no meaning in love. There was only lust.On my birthday, Asif invited me for a surprise lunch as I was. I had a fix for that, Leslie and I had found a bottle of Viagra at a party we had went to (at the same house as the gang-bang last month). Popping a pill, I pulled my jeans back on and went over to Leslie’s.I got there and found them in the family room with the hardwood floors. They were both completely naked making out without abandon. Edita was on her back, with her right leg behind her shoulder, and the other one sprawled across the floor. Edita was groping Leslie’s tits roughly with both.