Shecouldn’t complain, he did what he had to do to takecare of her and their son Ron. She had everything sheneeded and their sex life was ok when...he was around,but it felt like he was gone all the time. She also didn’t have much to worry with her son. He wasa good kid, did well in school, had lots of friends,and did what he could to help her around the house whenhis father was gone. However Christy couldn’t stopfeeling like there was something missing in her life. At Thirty. " Not just one," he reminded her as he started the car.He put his hand on her fishnet clad knee."Hey I said to stop that," she said."Should I pull the car over again?" He asked"No" she said."It's not like I am liking it," he said."Then stop it," she said."You are supposed to be my girl friend," he said."And" she said."Well you look like a working girl," he said."Blame your sister," she said."It's not like she had a lot of clothes that would fit you," he said."Well it's not quite fitting I feel. Despite the apparent danger, his gaze zoomed in on her taut breasts and her long spread-out legs. Her smooth pussy was prominent, and the sight caused the blood in his head to drop to his cock in one swift painful movement.With the little blood left in his brain, he wondered how he got into this position, a certified Apache scout rendered speechless, with food in his right hand and an erection between his legs.“Lunch?” asked the goddess, pointing at the dead rabbit and quail, bringing him back. Licking her bottom lip proceeding with a bite. My bulge twitched as she asked this question. Noticing it, she walked closer to me as I nodded my answer. Her hand traced the outside of my shorts brushing against the swollen head, causing me to quiver. Then she got on her knees and pulled my pants down to my ankles causing me to spring out. She took me with both her hand and started to jerk me off, paying attention to every stroke as she twists her hands at the apex of the movement. She then said.