We'd done some sharing with them a number of times , lot's of fun .On the way down I reached back to give her pussy a little rub and found that under ...er loose shorts she'd left off her panties which was a bit rare for her but always fun for me . Couldn't have too much fun since I needed to concentrate on riding . We arrived and pretty soon my wife says " How about a convertible ride ? " They had an old MGB that was fun to drive . We left with her riding in the MG and his hot little blonde. ” he replied and left. Two weeks went by and I was watching a movie in my jammies when I heard a knock at the door. To specify my jammies are usually a white wife beater and often no bra with a pair of small shorts. I went and answered the door completely forgetting about the boy. There he was standing there staring at my chest again. “Oh I forgot! Come to cut the grass again?” I asked. He looked up at me “Yes madam.” “Ok well come back when you’re done,” I said closing the door. He was already. A new sensation engulfs me, as you switch the vibrator onto full speed. ‘Holy fuck’ it’s almost intolerable. Pushing it deeper, you ask me, “Does it feel good?” I do not answer. I am afraid that I will say that it ‘does’ feel good, because it really is starting to. You roll me over with it still in my ass, and then you begin to play with me in a new way. You twist and torment my pussy. You find a place that feels funny. I ‘really’ don’t, want you to stop now it feels good. You’re still fucking. Elisabeth watched as Michael struggled to regain some control over himself and his emotions. Finally, after ten minutes of silence, Michael turned back to face her. ‘I know Harry sent you here to try and talk me out of going to Syria, but you can save it because I’m going. You need to leave now.’ Michael said to Elisabeth in the saddest tone she had ever heard from him. ‘Please Michael, let me expl…’ Elisabeth started to say before Michael erupted. ‘DON’T SAY ANOTHER WORD! I DON’T NEED OR WANT.