She unzipped Graham’s pants and pulled them down. His dick was hard and was ready for her pussy. Graham sat back and let Olivia take control. Olivia...sat on Graham’s dick. Her back in touching Graham’s chest.Olivia: Oh, yes!Slowly his cock disappeared inside Olivia’s pussy. She started jumping on his cock. Her boobs were swinging up and down due to her movement.Olivia: Harder, daddy!Graham: Your pussy is amazing darling. So wet and tight.Graham kept his hands on her waist and helped Olivia in. She puts them on and looks at me blushing. "I'm so sorry." I say looking at her sexy blue eyes. "Fuck, she is so sexy" I think to myself. "No, I'm sorry I should've been more careful" she mumbles quietly and looks at the floor then at me. "I... Ok, how about to make up for this, we go out and have a cup of coffee? How does that sound?" I speak full of confidence my eyes moving to her sexy tits once in a while and I'm hoping that she doesn't notice that I'm checking her out. "Her voice is so. ."Janice closed her eyes again, stretching out one hand and steadying herself against a low stall wall. She was breathing heavily, trying to regain some sense of reality in this natural situation. Then she thought of those days in Griffith Park once more, thought of the way the animals felt between her legs, that rocking, rolling sensation of something warm and muscular rubbing against her thighs and her butt. That tingle, that damned itchy tingle began all over again when she thought of those. She closed her eyes and moaned, concentrating in the tightening of her muscles. Somewhere in the back of her mind she felt a pressure against her rosebud, an insistent pushing into the crinkly knot of her asshole. She couldn’t concentrate on it, though, because the slamming in her pussy was causing sensory overload. ‘Oh God yes,’ she cried, lowering her cheek back to the now cool metal of the hood and moaning into the crook of her arm. Her legs were spasming, her stomach tightening, her nerve.