Before opening the door, I made sure that it wouldn’t hit me if he suddenly slammed it open. After making sure there was a round in the chamber, I c...vered him with the pistol and opened the door, watching for him to try something.When he didn’t, I reached over and shoved his shoulder. Getting no reaction, I checked for a carotid pulse ... and found nothing. In the dim interior light of the car, wearing a hoodie, and slumped over, I couldn’t tell if he was breathing or not.Fortunately, I knew. He moved towards me and I stood on my tip toes to kiss his lips, tasting the champagne on his tongue as well as my own. He pushed me up against the wall behind me, kissing me deeply. There were more people leaving and our hosts were saying goodbye at the door, so we hot footed into the small room under the stairs used as a cloakroom or large cupboard for coats and shoes.He continued to kiss me in the dark, letting his hands wander over my curves, resting on my hips and cupping my ass. I ran my. But you can't be lovers....shit?"Jen again responded, "Remember when I told you Mom got my cherry. The orgasm I experience that day was wonderful. We kept going to the tub while you were at work or skiing. It just became a regular thing. I'm not even sure you can call us lovers. We just like to have good sex together. We've been doing it two or three times a week." How can you have that much sex with Jen and then the sex with me? Was I not enough for you?" I argued. "My sexual relations with. Soon, she was really giving me as good a fuck as a older, experienced, woman would. Boy, I loved these young cunts. It didn't take her long to come for me and I followed up by blowing a big load into her tight pussy. I always had towels in the car to clean up with after, so I helped her wipe her pussy dry and get her pants back on. She wanted to know when we were going to do it again. I told her I had to rest up a bit, but maybe latbutte could do it again. She told me that it was the first.