He’ll wake up. He’ll hear us.’‘If he does he’ll have to watch us.’I groaned and the stud’s left hand moved from squeezing my tits to clu...ching my throat.‘This is happening,’ he insisted. ‘Scream as loud as you want to, but it’s happening.’I whimpered. I could feel his enormous girth pressing at the backs of my thighs. I raised my ass even further to accommodate him. The tip of his cock nudged at my sex. Then he pushed and suddenly I was being filled to my very limits. It felt utterly fucking. But now he waseager to try on everything, picking and choosing the same way I did.After an hour in the boutique he only bought two outfits, I wasimpressed."Sweetie, how many pairs of shoes do you have?" I asked and was rewardedby the huge grin on her face."Oh Momma, I desperately need shoes," she admitted. "I bought this pairand the one I was wearing last night at the airport. We aren't allowedto wear anything but two inch pumps and May Jane's with our schooluniforms."Now even more curious I. She was climbing on top of me to ride my cock. She hovered over my solid cock for mere seconds before plunging herself down and onto me. My entire cock was inside of her and she loved it.I loved it. We fucked.Her bouncing around on top of me, I could feel the suspension of the car rocking and bouncing but I just went with the rhythm thrusting into her as deeply as I could. We kissed and held each other close as she engulfed my younger cock with her deprived milf pussy. I have to admit that I. I was alone and taking up a 4-seater table so I said, Of course.Putting away my book to be friendly we began talking and he was interested to find out I was a writer but, as usual, I was far more interested in finding out about his job and him. Turned out he was a long distance driver on just his third or fourth trip since graduating from his training course. He was 22 and loved driving. The money was good, he wasn't married so there was no wife and k**s to be missed while on the road and he.