We locked the house and walked hand in hand to the car. I walked around to the driver's side and the locks popped open."Hey, I have the keys, how'd yo...u do that?" asked Elaine puzzled. "Is it some kind of proximity sensor?" Uhm yeah, something like that," I said.I held the door open for her and she sat down in the driver's seat and snuggled into the butter soft leather. "Holy shit, it feels like this seat is molding itself to my back," she said excitedly. "It feels really good, really. "Don't make me do this baby?" Oh well, I thought to myself, that cold distant woman was returning faster than I had hoped after her orgasm.Mother's words sounded truthful but her eyes told the honesty of the moment. It took no persuasion, nor even a command, before mother slowly lowered her head, opened her lips and took my wet hard cock into her mouth. One thing that I've learnt, through practise, is that my mom really loved to suck my cock and even perversely seemed to enjoy the taste of. A fucking shroud?? What was this, the sixteenth century? Who wears a shroud to a wedding? And why was no-one getting up to use her? Why was she allowed to walk towards the altar completely unspoiled? It wasn't respect for the sanctity of marriage -- there was fucking going on in the audience and the minister himself had only just finished ejaculating on one of the bridesmaids -- so could it be respect for the bride? But that usually didn't stop anyone, either. Heck, I myself had been one of the. She snuck him in our room at 2 o’clock early Saturday morning. I was asl**p, but her never ending moaning and groaning woke me up. I was in bed with my back to her, but I rolled over and faced her, but pretended I was asl**p. There was light coming through the blinds on our window from the moon. I could see him fucking her hard and fast. I felt sorry for her pussy, but even though he was really fucking her hard she was in pleasure paradise. I heard her say she was cumin at least four times. I.