When we stopped kissing, she took my hand, but didn't try to move it away. It was almost like she wanted to make sure I kept it there."I wish they wer... bigger for you, like Karen's are." You shouldn't worry, your's are just as nice." I had to be careful of how I phrased things because Karen and Denise were friends too."This is all Karen said you two did. Or was she lying to me?" I don't talk about things like that, Denise. You should only go as far as you want to. Don't worry about what Karen. She loved crossing these wild borderlands between the cities and rural areas where no people lived or worked, road maintenance crews being the only that ever set foot onto these stretches of asphalt.If she felt like stopping right in the middle of the road with her lights switched off there was a reasonable chance she'd survive, the last time she had seen any other traffic had been close to half an hour ago. Still she settled for a break on the side of the road, slowly rolling to a stop on the. After five or sixspurts she slowed her stroking and he began to settledown. She took her lover’s cock and used it to spreadhis cum all over her breasts and stomach. Emily crawled up over the still-glowing form andstraddled him. She reached beneath her, took hisstill-hard cock in her hand and placed it where shebegan, slowly impaling herself until she hit bottom.Slowly, at first, she rode him, grabbing his head fromthe base of his neck and placing her breasts at hismouth. Rob, being. I love my PSG dearly (little in-house joke there for the few of you able to make the connection). Together, we view our life on a remarkably even keel. A life I may add that is not governed by social dictate or a need to have been born in "acceptably close" time-frames. She keeps me young, I chip-in with the recalled images and experiences of having lived through the fifties, sixties, seventies and eighties ... earlier, if the truth be known - though not quite, as a few have cruelly suggested,.