Perhaps with a bit more foreplay, she thought, this might have felt amazing even for her.“Do you ... do you like it?” She asked those words bashfu...ly while her innocent eyes gazed back up at him as if seeking his approval. As she lowered her view back down to her crotch, she could see as well as feel the way he kept pulling his hungry cock nearly all the way out of her – leaving her with a sensation of emptiness inside her – and then slamming back into her. Each impact coaxed another stifled. " How do you mean?" Carol asked, confused. She and Jack hadn't argued in months, and though he was at work more and more often recently, and seemed a bit more distant than he usually was when he was home, Carol couldn't think of a reason why any of that would be negatively affecting his work. If anything, any problems Jack was experiencing seemed likely to be caused by his work. "Everything has been just fine here, from what I can tell." That's odd. It seems that he might not be getting enough. His orgasm was building so much that he knew he had to pull over and he had to try with all his might to hold off. This, however, seemed to only make her work even harder if that were at all possible. As if he were denying her a meal, and she was having none of that. He let out a laugh at her frenzied hunger and he was just in time as he finally was able to pull off to the side and just when he was able to put his car into park, he came.He came hard, and he came plentiful. His body jerked up to. What had I just said?I couldn't remember, I just hoped it hadn't been what I was thinking at the verymoment, Please fuck me until Iforget my name. His smile was open and honest, very warm and determined. "I would loveto." He said slowly, and I blushed deeper, did I hallucinated the sensualquality?"If you call me Paul in return. Please come in!" He continued, a bitlouder then before and gestured me into the house. "Straight down the corridor!" Slowly I walked past the walls, closely hung with.