..Die restliche Zeit streichelte ich sie, Ingrid blieb passiv, ließ mich machen, doch ich hörte and ihrem zurückhaltenden Stöhnen, dass sie nicht ...ufrieden war. Am Tag darauf spürte ich immer wieder ihre Hand, wie sie mein Stoßen versuchte zu leiten, bestimmte mit einem Griff zurück an meinen Hintern, wenn sie ihn bis zum Anschlag in sich wollte, wann mein Becken kreisen musste, oder wann ich ihn komplett rausziehen musste um ihn dann hart bis zum Anschlag in sie stoßen musste, damit sie immer. Something different. She had big blue eyes and light freckles over her nose. She smelt like a girl should, sweet and delicious. We were fixing up his car. Me, Tom and another mate of ours, Vince. Tom had a big red Toyota Supra. It was his pride and joy. He worked on that car from morning to midnight while school was out, and more often than not we were there to help him. I had my own car but it was a shitty Datsun, eaten with rust. I'd drive up and yell out the window, calling him down. I was. She's got a nice figure, 36-24-36 with nice boobs too, though she tends to hunch her shoulders a bit as if trying to avoid notice or a blow. She also talks very quietly and if in the company of her hubby will keep glancing to the side to make sure she's toeing the party line as it were. She always wears skirts or dresses, never jeans or trousers as far as I can tell. She's around about 53 years old, though frankly looks a little older due to her body language, still, not bad at all and worth a. She turned and said, "I'm going back out to the deck to catch some late sun."I decided at that moment I'd join her by the pool. "Hey! Morgan?"She stopped and turned around as I called out her name. "Yes?" She seemed to not be angry anymore with me about being rude."Could I join you by the pool?" I asked politely.She looked at me with a big smile. "Of course!"She turned back around and skipped out, her beautiful ass bouncing as she went. My raging hard on stayed. I knew that our parents would be.