Wasn't everything she was doing to him part of hisown demented fantasies? Why couldn't he appreciate that? Why didn't heseem to appreciate anything ...she was doing for him? Why, why, why?Or did he appreciate it and just didn't show it? He had been coldduring her final kiss last night - yet he hadn't been... before. Shesupposed she understood why he had been so cold, yet she was verysurprised that she felt so hurt by it. She hadn't even realized shefelt hurt till just then. Why? Why should. Besides?there are other things I want to do to that pretty backside ofhers before the night is done, and all her wiggling on my lap is making me moreand more hungry for it. I bend down to stroke her silky blacktresses and whisper in her ear. ?Such a good girl you are for me, my darlingJesi?did you like that, baby, me spanking your gorgeous little ass?? I whisper.?Yes, sir?yes, I did? she purrs back,barely audible to me. I take some time to stroke and soothe her, feeling herarousal like. Once the climax is over, every time your cock moves inside me, it ripples through my body. You slowly pull out with a grin on your face, you then scoot back away from me on the bed and start kissing my inner thigh. Slowly making your way towards my wet pussy. As you get closer I begin to get butterflies in my stomach, I am too weak from the orgasm to pull away and the sensation from your kissing makes me want more.As you begin to kiss my wet pussy, you work your way from my thigh inward. You. I looked up to see Willy already was gone. I took Samantha out to my car. It is a nicely restored 1969 Cadillac Eldorado. We got in the front seats and I reclined them both all the way back. The shifter for the three speed automatic was on the steering column and that made a nice flat surface for Samantha and me to play.We started kissing and things began to progress to where they were inside when all of a sudden, my car began to bounce up and down. I sat up to find Willy fucking her date on.