I don't know where she lived, but it couldn't have been far, because she was there within fifteen minutes. During that whole time I kept telling mysel... this was the best way and that it didn't really matter if they were the ACTUAL skates she'd grown up in. I mean the real ones were just a symbol, right? It wasn't like she was going to put them on and suddenly be a girl again. Still, I felt like I'd eaten a big bowl of the chili Zippo sells off his cart down on Magnolia street, without putting a. . she was laying there naked, fingers buried in her slick pussy, when the husband walked in. Talk about em-bare-assing, but it all worked out in the end. She slid her fingers down further, and parted her lips as she stood there. Mmmm, nice and wet. She ran her fingers up and down the length of her lips, and then brought her glistening fingers to her mouth. Yes, nice and ready, and very, very tasty. After all the emails, private and then the ones she shared with her husband, they all mutually. It is not easy driving on a congested freeway, with a hot redhead passionately sucking my cock. One moment I was doing 40 and the next I'm was almost at 80. I so wanted to shoot my load in her mouth but probably the fact I was preoccupied with not getting us killed, I couldn't cum. Pulling into the parking spot, Andrea never took her mouth of my cock, until I said we're here. Before I could even get out to open her door, she immediately exited the car and came around opening my door. Getting. “Don’t you touch me ... you ... you... !!” she screamed in a shrill voice, as she attempted to stand up in the large puddle. Joe had moved the buggy past it when we arrived so we could get out without getting our shoes wet and muddy. I sent another nudge from the same spell that insured that she slipped again landing on her back this time. Joe just stood there and looked at her in confusion as the now very muddy woman finally managed to move out of the puddle and stand before staggering off.