Fareen (pointing towards my dick): I need that in my mouth.Saif: How come here?Fareen: I will take care of it. Just loosen the belt and unzip your pan....Saif: There my boy is!!The horny milf had it in her mouth the next moment and she gave me a perfect blowjob.Since it was an English movie, the movie stopped abruptly for the intermission. We both hurried to adjust ourselves. A newly married couple who passed us first started to smile.Saif: I will go and buy coffee for you to make you feel. I made sure to slurp it all up though, so he wouldn't be too obviously messy for his date. Besides, I was also doing a bit of clean up for him, his cock and balls were so sweaty, I could tell he hadn't showered after work.Right away, the car's smell filled with a scent that drove me crazy, as smells always do for some reason. I almost felt drunk off the smells and tastes, mindlessly slurping his pulsing cock up, lapping up every last inch of him moaning and whimpering, and glancing my hungry. Just make sure you kiss them nice for me, with plenty of cock spit," she urged squeezing Steven's shaft, which easily produced the liquid she was hoping to see. To my surprise, she beckoned to me, pointing at my breasts. I leaned forward, mom's hand wrapped around Steven's cock as she began rubbing the head of his dick directly against my nipple, smearing his lubrication over the very sensitive tip. Just that simple act sending a flood of my own desire coursing through my pussy. I could feel it. Every thing was tight and toned and tanned and . . . and . . .fuck I wanted her!The next few hours were a lot of booze. She drank more than me, I didn't want to get too drunk, nervous about being around her. We were watching a comedy with the stereo still on in the back ground. She suddenly squealed as the DJ put her favorite song on the radio and she muted the tv and jumped up. "Dance with me!" What?" C'mon! I always dance to my song!" She protested in a whiney voice and stomped her foot. She.