Turning my attention back to the girl riding my cock, I theorized that Maria had to be either a triathlete or a lifeguard. I couldn't find a single mu...scle on her body that wasn't firm, or that she wasn't actively using to try to drive my cock even deeper inside her. She'd abandoned herself completely to the experience, and was riding me like a racehorse. I was enjoying every moment of it, but the carpet was starting to rub my butt raw as she rocked back and forth. I wrapped my arms around her. I'd never been propositioned by a bloke before, but this one was beautiful by any standards you'd care to name. And while he was telling me how sexy I was I realised he was gently brushing his hand across the front of my jeans.I didn't want to be aroused by a bloke, but a soft touch on the todger is a soft touch on the todger, whoever it's from, and it didn't take more than a couple of gentle strokes before my old man was straining my shorts to get out.I drained the last of my pint and found. The A/C had just gone out in my car and I'm stuck on 301 going into MD in the middle of the fucking night. I drive a beautiful Dodge Magnum, and normally enjoy this ride, but now I was just pissed.My week had already been very long, and hard. This just topped it off. My last saving grace was a really nice bud my girlfriend had slipped me. I was gonna save it for the weekend hookup with my friends, but WTF, and started looking for a good spot to duck down. I saw a little dirt pull off that went. Then it came. I started shooting into the glass. I kept shooting and shooting, more than I have ever done in my live. When I was done, Mrs. Issacs took the glass with my cum in it and held it up to the light studying it. She said the color looked good, she then smelled it and remarked that the smell was good also. There right in front of my eyes she took the glass to her mouth and started drinking my cum, she swirled it around like a gourmet wine taster. When she seemed satisfied she spit out.