Angie started slowly raising and lowering hersef on to me. Wet as a river, tight as a glove we sat there and fucked slowly at the kitchen table. She ...aised herself almost totally off me and lowered herself with exqusite slowness. "Are you going to the movie with us Mom?" she asked slightly winded. " Can't," her Mom replied, "have to go to the office in a bit." I believe that answer was just what my daughter wanted to hear. Once again we were soaked under her bottom as she lowered herself. Soon, I was just talking and watching the scenery as we made our way down the highway, just a part of the rushing vehicles moving in the same direction for the time being. I found that my arms rose to cover my breasts less and less often until it wasn’t occurring at all. When I was deep in concentration to explain a thought to Nick, I sensed something along my window and found a semi-truck coming down the on-ramp alongside us. Traffic in the left lane didn’t allow Nick to move over, so for a. My breathing was ragged and heavy. I clenched Mr.Sharma’s head, pinning it in my pussy. Mr.Sharma slid two fingers into my pussy and started tongue- and finger-fucking me simultaneously. I went wild. My body thrashed and heaved on the bed, my head jerking from side to side, my back arching and falling, my breasts bouncing as I rocked and jerked up and down as though I was being fucked.“Oh god yes do it do it … ohhh god yes … lick my cunt, darling! Ohhh yes!”Mr.Sharma’s tongue was superbly. It was a good size but I really didn't care about the size. Then he got on top of me again and slowly inserted his cock into me. I had thought of what it would feel like a million times before but it was nothing compared to the real thing. I was not planning on having sex with him but I wasn't planning on cuddling with him or kissing him either.I felt the love just increasing by the second and then he slowly began thrusting his dick. I took in deep breaths and just tried to convince myself this.