He would make me sit on his thighs, with my little bums brushing against his erect cock in his trousers, my budding tits touching his chest and his ha...ds gently stroking my back and my thighs, which were always exposed as my skirts were always riding high.He used to talk and laugh a lot when I was sitting on his lap and he always used to say what a good girl I was and how beautiful I was.His compliments and praise were music to my ears and coaxed me into trying to please him more.Initially he. Back and forth, pushing in and out. At the same time, my hand moves up and down his shaft, playing with him. I start sliding into him a little faster now, picking up speed. My hand on his cock matches the speed of my cock moving inside him. I bite down on the flesh of his back, my body pressed against his. But soon, the pace begs to be quickened, and I can't go faster until I push myself up, grab his hips, and start pumping. I do. Faster and faster, a little harder each time, every time my cock. "I'd love to handle your stick," Maybeit was just the rumble of the car against my mostly naked ass, but therewas something about her driving that was getting me really turned on.Would giving her head while she was driving be a distraction?Elizabeth grinned and poured on the gas as we zig zagged through traffic.She was like a kid with a new toy. You'd think she'd never driven her owncar before. A few minutes late we were pulling into the mall's parkinglot.The mall was weirdly crowded for a. He wished he had left the office door open. He tried to pull his hand away from her warm breast. His fingers had never felt such a soft, smooth, spongy breast; in fact, it occurred to him, he had seldom felt any girl's breast in the last few years since the woman he married would not allow it. Although not from want of trying. His wife's breasts were small and firm, nothing like these warm globes.He longed to see her tits, to mouth and suck them, to knead them and maul them, crush them, distort.