Afterwards, she would never be able to explain why she had said yes. Or what she had talked to him about for an hour or why she had followed him to hi...s car — a red convertible, of course. It suited him perfectly. It was flashy, luxurious, sexy.Nor could she explain why she had willingly, no, more than that — eagerly allowed him access to those places only her husband should know. But she could tell you it was the best sex she had ever had.He had driven to a quiet, remote picnic area, taken a. 'Hello! What isn't weird about us? Sex is sex, though, if you want it, go get it...''Hmmm,' she contemplated quielty.'And another thing, we have so many weird things in common and now it transpires we're both pansexual; we'd just have something else to add to our weird list of mutual facts!''Would you really though?' Charlie asked, uncertainly.'Hell yeah, always wanted to do it with a taller woman,' I said with a humouring wink.I'll never forget that pause between us before Charlie gave me a. After a while I was giving him a blow job with his whole dick inside my mouth hitting into my throat….what a real deep throat experience it was…I started moving my mouth up and down slowly while moving my tongues around it slowly….I could feel him getting hard and I was enjoying….he was playing with my hair and our eyes were meeting each other regularly…….After some time I could feel him getting a bit more stiff….and I sensed that he is building the cum up…and I increased my speed of blow job. ‘Pleased to meet you Adela. Where are you going?’ ‘Nowhere for now. I was just out for some fresh air and trying to make a little money. You’re not a cop are you?’ she inquires. ‘No, I’m not a cop. I’m not even from here, I’m from Missouri. You’re not a cop are you?’ I ask her in return. ‘No.’ ‘Show me something a cop wouldn’t show me.’ I tell her. I know she’s not the police – cops never get into the vehicle – I just want to see those titties! She gracefully lifts up her sweater, and shows me.