"Our new Volvo station wagon," he said.Parked next to us was a vehicle with a large red bow attached to the roof, and I squealed with delight. It was ...bright red with a leather interior, and the inside had that "new car" smell.I looked it over and said, "Wow!"He hugged me tight and said, "It's supposed to be the safest car on the road. I can't bear the thought of losing you or Ellie in that thing you drive."I put the keys in my purse and we went into the house. He got some snack food and we. *Let the fucking begin*, I thought to myself. I began a slow yet steady assault on her vagina. I could feel myself DEEP into the back of that cervical spot and her moans indicated that she was feeling a great deal from this fucking. I could also feel her walls gripping my shaft as her first orgasm quickly snuck up on both of us. I continued to thrust into her all through her first orgasm, driving her into an immediate second. A sheen of perspiration was now evident on her lower back. Her words. Unfortunately, putting on the harness belts did not work out at first go. The central lock just wouldn't lock. "Could you give me a hand with this," she asked, tilting her head slightly to my side with a smile. Now I had a problem. The buckles that extend the vertical straps were right on her breasts. Was I allowed to just reach there? No, that was not at all appropriate! My doubts suddenly disappeared: "You may touch my breasts, I don't mind, my gynecologist will do the same when he palpates. ’ His breathing was getting a bit ragged as he moved his free hand to the front of the shirtwaist. Slowly he undid one button after the other. With every button revealing more of the pearly skin till he came to the last one. Almost reverently he pulled the cloth aside and stroked the silky soft flesh. He ignored her protests and touched a soft pink nipple with his fingertip. The barely audible intake of breath told him he was doing something right, so he kept doing it. Rubbing his fingertip.