"So what makes you drive an hour away to meet with a stranger?" I asked. She said her husband couldn't get it up anymore and she hasn't really been ph...sically attracted to him for many years. She was already rubbing my crotch as she answered. "And I've been dying for a good hard fuck for a looong time." As I watched her hand grasping at my hardening cock I asked "So have you done this before?". She answered "I tried a few weeks ago with a guy my age. He couldn't stay hard either. He was so. He was enjoying it so much, he ran off the road a couple times before finding a side road to pull onto. When he stopped the truck, he turned giving me better access. I continued as he was moaning and ran his hands through my hair. His breathing became intense as I felt his testicles begin to shift in my hand, I knew he was about to be done. This is where I normally move and finish him off with my hand, but that day I was determined to finish the job. I closed my eyes as I continued to suck and. With the help of lots of coke, speed, E's, grass, alcohol and the odd Viagra Friday night soon became Saturday daytime, and we were all still wide awake and horny as fuck. It was a beautiful, hot, sunny summer's day and we were sometimes hanging out soaking up the sun in our sexy bikinis, or maybe swapping clothes or shoes and trying things on for our night out, and some or all of us engaged in spontaneous sexual acts when the mood took us. Of course, I was a very enthusiastic and willing. " Um, you might not understand." You mean it's so deep or something?" No, you might not like it." Why would I care? What is it?" You might get mad, is all." Mad? What do you mean, 'mad?'" You might not like my answer. You might get angry if I tell you." That's crazy. How could I get mad. I promise I won't." Well, it's just something you might take the wrong way." Okay, I promise that I won't get mad or upset. This is weird. It's just a simple question." Heather, you said yourself, that it was a.