Jason had made her feel like this without “touching” her or even having sex. Jane only had these moments via sex with her husband and those momen...s were very rare, he treated her like a sex object, once it was all over and he had pleased himself that was the end.That night Jane could only think about how she could wear no underwear to work and how not to make it obvious she was dressed this way especially to her husband. She got frustrated and started to wonder why she wanted to do this, her. That seemed to work. With each glide in and out, I tried to be as creative as I could. I contorted, twisted and rotated. I began reacting to her body's reactions and did more of what I thought she liked most.We made love for almost an hour (true). I was so nervous and anxious. I honestly couldn't cum even if someone offered me a million to do it. So, I just kept going...and going...and going. She moaned and shook several times. I remember how she'd whimper before each climax and I really liked. Oblivious to everything around her, she vigorously fingered her wet cunt as Brian coached excitedly in her ear. Traffic hadn’t budged. Sara fingered her hairy blonde bush harder. Faster.Cliff had been on the road for seven hours and would end his highway shift somewhere outside of Philly. He’d picked up his loaded in SC that morning and had to be in Vermont by noon on Saturday. An easy trip. Having worked in an electronics store straight out of high school, he tired of cranky customers after 10. ‘That’s the first course over, darling – now the main dish! Don’t worry about your aches and pains, dearest – Mummy will do all the work!’ I lay back as she straddled me, pausing for a moment to rub the head of my cock against her labia, then she slowly impaled herself on my throbbing penis. She gave a deep sigh as I penetrated her, forcing herself down on me, then slowly rising before sinking down again. My hands were all over her, kneading her breasts, stroking her thighs, gripping her.