As you may know from out previous stories She is my shared hotwife and very proud of her. I doubt there is a man out there that can resist her and one...day she I dared her to prove it. Some years ago we were on a vacation road trip to Minneapolis from Canada, just a short 8 hour drive. At the time she was 45 and still more gorgeous than ever standing at her 5'tall height,110lbs 34 C mid length dark brown hair. And all that after 3 k**s still.We had her parents watch them as we headed out for a. "What was that all about?" Marcy demanded suspiciously. "Is there something wrong with this scrapheap? It's not going to break down on us or something, is it?" No, nothing's wrong at all," I reassured her. "It's just Jed and Harry wanted to see the modifications we needed to do to get this pickup running on batteries." Batteries?" Her eyebrows made contact with her hat's brim.I nodded. "Uh-huh." Waitaminute," Marcy blurted as the light dawned. "You mean to tell me this thing doesn't use gas?". When I looked into Helen's eyes, I felt the same sensation as I had when looking vertically down the stairwell of the Royal Hallamshire Hospital fire escape – nineteen floors. It's trite to say it, but ... time stopped. Or at least, slowed to a snail pace.Then, she was moving toward me, her arms were around me, and she was hugging me – hard."I'm really glad you came, Ted," she said, and her eyes were bright. "I'll apologise to both of you, though I think Ted at least will understand, that our. My hands are in your hair, nails running down your back. You break the kiss to untie my bikini and I take your ear between my teeth; nibbling, sucking, flicking my tongue back and forth, kissing, biting your neck. You get my top off and take my nipple in your teeth. My head falls back and a groan escapes my lips. My hands are back in your hair and I start to move my hips against yours. I can't take it anymore and I pull your head up and roll you over so I'm straddling you. I move my hips.