Whatever it was her body wanted more of it. She raised her hips slightly u*********sly trying to help whatever was in her to have easier access. She r...alized that she was experiencing sexual feelings she had never before imagined and her hips started to rock in unison to the rhythmic fucking she was feeling. Her arms came up to hold whatever was on her but there was nothing there and she let them drop back at her side. Suddenly she felt a feeling starting to build in her pussy that she knew was. As she sipped it, I didn't look at her."So how was your night?"I didn't know how to answer that, not right away. Images flashed in my head of how I'd spent it and my body still felt sore, my muscles tight and I knew I'd be spending some time in the spa later on. Anything to loosen them up because I knew I had made plans to go with Sheila to the jazz club again."Quiet ... I just did some reading..."I knew it was a lie my mother wouldn't challenge. Face it; she'd always thought I was a bit of a. But when I was a very young boy, my granddad Iron Bill had me on his lap, and told me a story his great granddad John Herrick told him. As a young explorer John once met a really old Indian shaman, who told him a story passed down in his Shawnee tribe about the Hopewell people and their song of the Blue Spirit. The shaman said the Spirit was a giant serpent that could move through rocks and leave perfectly round tunnels in its wake. He insisted the Blue Spirit was not lost, that the word lost. "BACK SEAT BITCH" he yelled. I got out and taking off my sneakers and jeans as he took off his boots and pants. I will mount you honey I said. He sat on the back seat I climbed in straddling him holding his ridged cock in one hand the other on his shoulder. YESSS i yelled as i guided the cock head in me. I humped it a little then WAM pushed down with all my night taking ever inch of it. Riding his cock his hands now holding me around my waist. Face to face riding his cock up and down i bent.