Oh yeah ... some of those college girls ... damn! If only I was about twenty years younger! Now they wouldn’t even give an old drunken prick like me... the time of day. But hey, it never hurt to wish.I pulled up to a red light and came to a stop. That was when, suddenly, my passenger door swung open! Some chick practically fell into the minivan, her butt plopping onto the seat. Her bare legs, like those of a young colt, stuck awkwardly out the door, her skirt hiking up in a very unladylike way,. The girl gasps again and really wishes she knew what to do about this development but as soon as the boy starts moving his finger in and out of her, she realizes how much she wants him to do what he's doing, and she's crossed another line, and resolves again in her mind that she will not cross another, no matter what.She hears his voice as he fingers her, soft, sweet, pleading with her a little to let him in, that he likes her so much and wants her to be all his, and to please let him in. He. Then she turned around. And I continued to breathe in the sight before me for a long minute.At my bidding, she reached up and streched out, her demure breasts flattening against her chest and her body pulling taught. In my daze I reached out and caressed her from the hip to the neck, tracing the line curving through her torso and cleavage. I was almost spellbroken by how rough it felt - all the water only created friction between our skin."It's rough." Hmm?" She hinted her question. I rubbed. I drove home, thinking aboutwhat had just happened and I'll admit it: I was hard as hell. My wife was now owned, literally, by another man. He had the last word on whereshe went, what she wore, who she fucked, and whether she stayed or left. I tried half heartedly to make dinner, but I was so turned on I couldn't concentrate. I'll be the first to admit I had fantasized about this very thing. It had come true. Then I heard a car pull up in the driveway. Hilda came in, and without saying a word,.