My Vag insisted on being rubbed, stroked, gently massaged then rubbed again, rubbed and continuously rubbed. See, missy my clit has the habit to think...on her own without consultation or negotiation. I can be extra super duper, on the highest pole of wanting to fuck and when masturbating she won’t burst. The masturbation in the car was bizarre, fun, exciting, a rush, scary although in the dark, I thought I was sick, crazy, needed counseling, everything was running in my mind. I even started. Her shoulder length reddish brown hair hung down over her shoulders and glistened with the little droplets of water that had settled in it during the shower. She looked at her face and into the deep blue eyes that stared back at her. She knew she was an attractive woman even for her age and still got plenty of second glances when she was out and about. Her eyes traveled down to her breasts feeling sudden pride at how they still stood firm after all these years and at 38d were quite lovely with. It seems so currently he doesn’t have anything as he new to this town okay. So I have to go to his home it’s in jk road .Now I asked mom now 7 pm if we leave it will take half and hour it will take more time. She said he is in emergency that’s y I’m taking you with me. I said okay come after we read. He’d his house he welcomed us gave fruit juice they were talking about some office stuffs.Time reached 9.30 later he told us have dinner here only. Mom is like no thanks and we said times up we are. As usual, I was just one of the older, unattached losers hanging at the bar that particular Friday night, hoping to score a hot young chick. Most of us had unkempt hair, even beards, and not a chance in hell. Only difference between me and the other guys was, I really was going to carve another notch in my leather belt that night.She was dancing with three other women. A gaggle of bitches nearing their use-by-date, all around the 30-mark. They’d frontloaded a couple of margaritas and chicken.