Geetha: You got such a huge hard-on. Is it all because of me?Me: It’s totally because of you, ma.Geetha: Let me remove your clothes too, so that I c...n also get a view of you.My mom quickly removed my t-shirt and shorts. And then she looked at me from top to bottom.Me: Can I touch them?Geetha: Them, what? Ask properly, I can’t understand.Me: Your breasts.Geetha: Oh them, you used to play with them in your childhood. Want to play again?I immediately grabbed my mom’s wet boobs in my hands and. It was a beautiful sunny day and I felt very relaxed and happy. Peter told me about himself, his studies at college, his reason for working at the golf course to help pay for his tuition. Peter was good looking and charming. He asked me about myself and I worried that he would think me dull. I was not in college and only worked part time in a bridal shop pressing bridal gowns.Finally, we stopped outside of a small garage that was on the premises. Peter got out and grabbed a basket of balls he. And it was pulsating under my finger. I moved my finger up and down over her bud and then when I could feel her getting wetter I began moving in circles, picking up speed as I did so. I gently slid a finger into her tight aching pussy hole and rubbed her G spot. As I sped up I inserted another finger and started to fuck her hole while I pounded her clit. I could feel her tensing around my fingers and rammed another in and sped up even more. As I lent over to kiss her she tensed up and I felt. I lowered myself on to him, feeling him fill me inch by thick inch. It definitely wasn’t my first time having sex in a car, but most of the time I was on the bottom, on the receiving end in the backseat. This felt so different, about my pleasure as much as his.Our eyes locked. His hands moved into my shirt and on to my breasts again. I moved myself on his hard cock, feeling it deep in me. This was exactly what I had been craving.At first, it was just sensual movements as we made out. His hands.