Once it was in, she started to stroke it in and out, while at the same time she rubbed her clit. Peg's body shook and shook as she had one climax afte... another. It looked like the more she climaxed; the harder she had to work to have another one. I also noticed that when she did climax it seemed to take longer to achieve another climax. Pegs eyes where tightly closed as she went sexually crazy there on that couch not ready to stop.All of a sudden I saw Brut. I have to think that some how Peter. Our eyes met and I could feel her fingers opening herself for me. As the head of my cock touched her opening a jolt shot through both of us. All of the nights that I lay there in my darkened apartment thinking of her came forth. I was finally going to be able to fulfill my dreams. I rubbed the head up and down in the moisture beginning to flow profusely from between her succulent thighs. Our breathing was pounding in our ears.My entire being was centering between my legs. I pushed forward until. "I intend to." Her blue eyes scanned the garage. She spotted a towel, grabbed it and dropped it on the floor in front of Jeff. "I don't want to get dirty."Jeff didn't speak. His dark eyes looked over her creamy tits, trim waist, flared hips, and long legs. "When?" he rasped when she didn't move."Now." She dropped to her knees, stared at his crotch and swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. Trembling, she brought her fingers to his zipper. She tilted her head up and smiled. "You better. Hurry!" Wow, I pulled around the corner and parked at the curb and made my way to room 213. She opened the door, still wearing only the panties. She was in her mid fifties. About five foot six maybe one hundred twenty to thirty pounds. Blonde hair blue eyes. Her hair cut and the way she acted made me think she was some kind of business person, rich white bitch. I walked in and she closed and locked the door. We both looked at each other and then embraced and started kissing. Her hands were.