She was up on her knees, butt up toward the passenger window. There was a beautiful white expanse of her lower back where her sweater had ridden up re...vealing a tiny waist, smooth flesh that almost glowed in the pale moonlight! I ran my hand down her back and she moaned around my cock as my fingers slid under the back waistband of her pants.I grabbed her each of her ass cheeks, first one and then the other. My hand was under her panties and combined with what she was doing to my cock, I was. Her long brunette hair was tied back in a simple ponytail, her all-over sunbed tan accentuating her youth and good health.“OK, you can open them.”Martin opened his eyes, and caught his breath. “Oh wow. Did you shave?”In answer Faith pulled the front panel of her panties to one side, revealing a freshly waxed mound. “Totally smooth, just for you. You like…?”“I like. Come here!” His tone was between a plea and a command and Faith took her time moving around the desk.She looked pointedly at his. She realized she had him on the run, and the power she felt made her a little drunk. He was wild for her. The way he kept looking at her, as if he wished he could fuck her like he'd been fucking his wife.The car rounded the corner of the park. Terri saw that Ralph wasn't going to take her up on the offer of her panties. She pushed them into a pocket of her shorts. Her cunt tingled as she shoved her hand into that pocket. She longed to stroke her pussy. It was only a little way to her house. She. My lungs weren’t hurting particularly. I knew what had happened. I was dead. The murk was just the mess I’d made of my life. Maybe I would have eternity to clear it up. For some reason I remembered just when I’d lost Hope.My mid-life crisis hit the day I realized thirty-three was half-way through my life expectancy. Of course, technically, having already survived Viet Nam, I should have had a much longer life expectancy than the sixty-six that was estimated in 1982, but apparently I had.