"He twists in his seat and immediately slaps my right tit, then left. I squeal and instinctively try to back away but Dean has his hand on the middle ...f my back and pushes me right back into more slaps. I count ten per breast before Mark speaks up, "Don't bruise her up too much. Leave a little something for me, wouldja? Besides, we are almost there."Both Dean and Steve withdraw and fall right back into normal conversation. Peeking out the window, I can see that we are in a residential area. She thought to herself that maybe this was what was missing. Then the thought crossed her mind, we’ve done so many things together, why should this be any different? Tommy closed the door. After Lana sat in the car, he ran around to the other side, got in and started the car. “You’re going to love this,” he said with a smile. She looked at him a little confused, but still anxious. It wasn’t a very long ride. He drove around to the hill that Lana often visited to get think things through. When. Again, back to the brain: it really is our most important erogenous zone. Once engaged, our imaginations can take our feelings and sensations soaring onto another plane; one not bound just by the physical touch, one where there is no limit to the pleasure and satisfaction we can bestow on each other.Her hand is grabbing the bulge in my trousers. Arching, she could undo the zip, pull out my straining cock and slide my foreskin over the head to distribute the pre-cum. But no, not here and not. He was driving his dick steadily inside, sometimes bending over and kissing me on my boobs. I was crying out his name as it was hurting but as soon as he increased the pace of his fucking I became more comfortable. It was not because it was paining less but the pleasure I was deriving was immense overcame the pain. I urged him on to fuck me and after some time both of us neared our climaxes.Even after cumming, Ishan took me in his grasps and put me on the dining table signaling he wanted to.