And a little hot. Not that I wanted to do anything with him, but it felt good that he wanted to do something with me. I started moving around again, b...t this time purposely grinding down on his cock, which was just getting bigger and bigger.“Sis, are you ok, do you need us to stop so you can stretch your legs?”“Oh, sorry! I just can’t get comfortable!”So it was decided that at the next rest area, we would stop and stretch our legs. All that rubbing had actually gotten me a bit horny, which was. Don't. Please don't. If you can't make love to me, then just let me make love to you. I need you. Oh, how I need you. I want you to kiss me. I need you to kiss me. All over. We need to take our clothes off. We need to go to bed. Come to bed, Tim. Please. For me.' And oddly enough, it was for me. It had to be for me. He'd have known if I was faking it. He'd have known if it was only gratitude, or some misplaced charitable instinct, or if I was using him to get even with my husband. It had to be. Very satisfying for me to please my ex-wife like that, especially knowing I was about to fuck her hard, very hard with my roaring erection.As we moved to the bedroom she deliberately flaunted her glorious forty-three inch ass for me. “That ass is so good, I love it,” I told her as I kissed both sides of it. I learnt shortly after I first met her that she loves being fucked from behind, something I love doing to her. This time was no exception as I gripped her ass cheeks and slid my rock hard. Her bottom felt so damn good to me, once more, a little looser than earlier for obvious reasons, but that was no issue to us. The sight of those tanned, oily buns, damn if those weren’t the most beautiful things in the world! The way that she reacted to being sandwiched between her husband and her new lover, her neighbor, that was very intense ... she clearly exulted in it.“Fuck ... this is the greatest sex ... ever!” Jessica exclaimed, proving that there was no fucking way that she’d ever.