"Pam, give me the keys," I said.She threw me the keys, without even thinking about it, and kept walking.To most women, cars are only machines, so Pam ...ust threw me her keys. That meant that she didn't have to hold on to them while she walked, and she didn't have to worry about me either.But these guys saw their cars, as an extension of themselves. They went to a lot of trouble, to customize and make their cars unique, so I knew that my plan would work. The guys typically parked at the back of. I always hope you win." "Would you like to go someplace more private," I asked her and she nodded her head yes. "What's your name?" "Terry." I took her hand and led her up the stairs to the now empty announcers booth. As we entered I locked the door behind us, spun her around and gave her a deep lingering kiss. Her ankle length white dress was sleeveless with straps over the shoulders. I slid the straps over her shoulders and pulled her top down, exposing her perky B-cup tits. Promptly I. Can you please come over here and help me out? OK, thanks." She hung up the phone and looked toward me.She looked back at me. "I'm sorry, what's your name?" John" Well John, my Mom is on her way, can you wait until she gets here before you make your call?" Sure, no problem."We sat there in the room, waiting. Nothing was said between the two of us we just sat there in silence. After about 20 minutes there was a light knock on the office door and Mrs. Wilson entered. She rushed over to her. "Don't keep me waiting, lover."Like an unchained a****l he takes off all her clothes, takes his off, lays her on the table, and takes her with passion - embracing her to the fullest.Paradise's ecstasy is awe-consuming as she flows into every move and touch her husband bestows upon her hungry body. Curling her hips with every thrust, breasts jutting with each powerful push of his body into hers, and vocally singing out each appreciated rip of pleasure he sends coursing through every bit of.