Now I am driving home. It’s been a busy day but going home a little early. This road is fast but fairly straight for the mountains. My mind is so...t of on autopilot. I want to close my eyes and imagine you being here but, for obvious reasons, not a good idea. A song comes on the radio that makes me think of you. My thoughts are very powerful. As I think of you I find myself getting very erect. It is sort of uncomfortable inside my pants the way I am sitting. I look around, the road is. Conchita was a very sensual and highly sexed woman. She discovered masturbation at the age of eleven, and shortly after she turned twelve, she found that boys could make her feel even better. Conchita loved to fuck, and she was multi-orgasmic. Until she met Tommy, she had used and discarded men as if they were expendable sex aids. Her husband Beau had known about her nature and let her find satisfaction where she could. She became the predatory queen of one-night stands, and directed each. She smiled and started soaping and scrubbing me clean as before. She paid special attention to my crotch by lifting my hard cock and cleaning every inch. She swirled the scrubber around my balls, making me even more excited. I had been to quite a few Asian massage parlors so I knew the drill and anticipated the scene I knew was going to be played out once back in the room on the massage table. In the meantime I was enjoying her ministrations to heighten my desires. She was working things. My wife leaned back on the trunk as Len position himself between her legs. The trunk was the right height for Len as he started to work the purple head of his black cock into my wife's grey haired pussy. The sight of his black cock contrasting against my wife’s grey haired pussy as it entered her was almost enough to make me cum without touching myself. I could hear a moan coming from my wife as Len buried his black cock all the way into her. At first given the size difference of their bodies.