Jenny lifted her body off the sofa, suspended in mid-air by her arms and small of her back. Her breathing had stopped but her heart was racing. Brian ...anaged to keep up with her rapid change of position and kept the pressure where it was needed.Jenny’s verbal outburst peppered the room with sounds that Brian had only heard used as abuse in classes. Jenny’s body convulsed, her legs shook from the sheer energy and her pussy gushed into Brian’s face so hard that he pulled away to avoid drowning in. There was a reason that I wasn't in church and hadn't been for the past couple of years.Anyway, I was minding my own business, putting clothes in the dryer for the last cycle, when I saw her. Yeah, her. Long, jet-black hair, skin a reddish brown hue, eyes a shade of brown that was nearly black itself, and one of the finest pairs of tits to be on display despite her baggy sweatshirt. Sure, she wasn't a perfect ten by the standards of those phonies in Cosmo or Vogue, but I never read those. Leaning into him she all but fell. With two hands on the car roof she sighed, moaning softly as he massaged her crevices, licking her clit then sucking within her sweetness. It had been years since she had experienced such pleasure. The gravel sounded out a warning, she became unsteady as her hands reached lower, clasping his hair, forcing his head upon her, into her ass he groaned with delight. Weak at the knees, yet strong enough to continue, held up by the platform of his upright youthful. They rode at the lope for about 20 minutes, slowed to an easy walk for 10, and then increased their speed to a lope again. The third time they slowed down, Kathleen leaned forward."This isn't the way back to Phoenix," she said. It was more of a statement than a question."Nope, it ain't," Zach replied."You must take me back to Phoenix." It was Lady Kathleen speaking. "Father will be waiting." The Comancheros probably followed you out of Phoenix. If they come back they'll figure you headed back.