She was extremely shapely and I wanted to screw her badly but held off because of her boys being home.One night we were so horny kissing and playing w...ith each other that we fucked in the living room while the boys were asleep. It was great but, I felt so bad knowing that we could have been caught so I suggested we go parking and we did. We fucked with one eye open as I feared some crazy man finding us and me with my pants down, could not do anything about it!We were in a fix, as it was only. She knew.-----"Can I call you?", your email says. I think for a few minutes, and then burn my boats. "I'm sorry. Would you be hurt if I said no?" I spin some tale about security, paranoia and broken rules, but in truth I'm ashamed to let you hear my voice, which is way too low.-----The queue at the ticket-office is long and slow-moving. The vaulted ceiling of the tall foyer amplifies sound, but no one is talking -- only the click of heels on the marble floor as another theatre-goer leaves the. E him As I write this I realise the similar nature of this event to a wet dream i.e no control, powerful ejaculation, intense pleasure, embarrassed and emotional confusion. I read somewhere that nature wants the sex act over quick to be sure the basic thing happens to reproduce. Because sex is so exciting it can be over quick, but as we want the enjoy for longer we use control in some form to delay ejaculation. In wet dreams and the experience I had in the lift there was no chance of control. I. I pulled my fingers out and sat up. Cara’s eyes got big.“What are you doing?” she demanded.I smiled wickedly and buried my fingers in her cunt again. I kissed and sucked her clit. Cara exploded. “I want you inside me,” she panted.I wanted to hold out, but I couldn’t resist. I shed my shirt and quickly unfastened my jeans. Cara touched her pussy while I stripped. Her blouse was still open and her pleated skirt was bunched around her waist. She looked like every schoolgirl centerfold I’d.