.« Snowing again » I grumbled to myself. It snowed all evening, again, and I have an early meeting in the morning. I’m not a morning person so I c...n’t wait until morning to shovel the driveway – it will end up with me rushing late for work. “I had to watch Kimmel…! and now I’m stuck shoveling this late. Grr.” So be it. I was already in my nightgown, a rather short one. It barely covers my ass but it’s my favorite one, baby blue and with a thin white lace ribbon holding the flimsy material up.. Both of us on our knees, I moved closer to him to give a kiss of thanks before bending over to suck my juices off him. His deep sigh let me know he approved of my actions. I turned on all fours raising my ass to meet him as I felt him adjust. As he ran his fingers from my neckline, down my back and across my ass where a quick but firm slap told me he was now in the driver’s seat. A whimper escaped from my lips as I felt the sting. He ran his cock up and down my pussy before he paused and with. Even though he was going to die, he would enjoy all the pleasure he could right up to the end. His hands were lying limp at his side, he had no control over them. He was certain that she had d**gged him. Probably that glass of wine she had given to him. He was aware of only two things; his cock being bounced up and down on, and the sense of darkness closing in around his field of vision. The darkness felt like a soft hood being wrapped around him, comforting, yet he still tried to resist.. This was such an incredibly erotic - and totally unexpected - turn on. And we both got into it as much as we could given the setting and all the other men who were all around us, and totally oblivious to our private sex game. I turned around a few times so he could see my ass, and I bent down too, and showed him my dick and balls hanging under my ass. Then he did the same thing for me. I have a fairly big dick - 8 inches which most guys out there wish they were packing. I'm what they call a.