I told her my hands were increasing the pace. Her breathing started getting more rapid and her moans became more pronounced. The tension in my pants... was too much for me to take at this point. I rested the phone on my shoulder and freed the BBC from my pants. I drove down the interstate with one hand and drove my cock with the other. After a few minutes she let out a scream of an orgasm. That was more than I could take. I let loose streams of cum all over my jeans and my car. I also nearly. She was wearing a sleeve less blouse. I could see some hair growth below her shoulders. Her boobs were hidden inside but I could see as she was next to me plump and sharp boobs round and well shaped. As she sat next to me I was getting horny. As it was crowded, my right hand was rested on her left hand and it rubbed up and down. Slowly I shifted towards her and kept my hand over her hand so as to cover her breast. I shifted a bit towards front so that I can cover her from front as much as. She laughed and said, "Jim, you keep trying to tell me that you are old but I've had a hard time keeping up with you today."I told her that there was something about having a pretty girl around that makes a man suck in his gut and do far more than he ever thought he wanted to do. I also told her that she could look at my pill bottles and tell how old I really was. She frowned a bit, not really understanding what I meant.We moved on into the great room and she found the TV on her own. She was. "Don't worry, Brentwood isn't a very long street. And I live in a yellow two-story house with a white picket fence. There's a big oak tree on the left side as you look at the front of the house, and two topiary trees, one on either side of the garage doors." That sounds pretty easy to find. And if not, I'll have my cell phone and I can call you if I get lost," Tyler said. Going home that afternoon, Tyler got to thinking about his own circumstances. It was pretty obvious from the way Krystal.