I never was sure if she knew what I was doing, but since I offered my help and she always accepted, I didn’t care. But in my mind I did wonder if sh... was showing herself to me on purpose. My answer would come in the winter of 1971. This is when the real story happened. I was over Akashneel’s house on a Saturday afternoon when it started to rain like cats and dogs. As the storm got worse Akashneel asked his mom if I could stay the night rather than attempt to drive home. I was given the ok and. “We can’t do this Shaker ! You’re hurting and well I’m engaged.” He pulled her closer,“I know but I’ve wanted you from the day we first met, and even though we decided we’d be friends, I can’t stop thinking of making love to you.” She knew he was telling the truth because alcohol always gets him to say the truth and well his hands all over her body got her all confused.She knew she had to stop but was so aroused that she couldn’t stop herself from letting him have her. When he kissed her again,. ..ok&hellip,she mumbled&hellip,..but we got some make up fuckin ta do when we get back Barry. I showed her how to open the raised up doors on the Ferrari ENZO. (..yes my dad had left me lots of money.) I strapped her in as her eyes were wide and all glazed over. She had driven farm tractors and old pickups a little, but this was all new to her. I headed for the main highway. When I pulled out on it, it was clear. I mashed the throttle and nailed us back against the seat. Darleen started. In and out I rode with glory as her body arched and collapsed in front of me. "I wish you could see this...my cock pulsing in and out of your tight box."Anastasia leaned forward as my dick pushed and pulled within her. She caught some action as her lips folded in on themselves with my thrusts and spread apart, milking the sides of my length with its removal. "Doesn't that look incredible?" Yes, but it feels even better," Anastasia responded greedily. I kept this action up for a little while.