Nope that wasn't my incident of pivotal stupidity, but you're right, it is taking me a while to get there. Be patient, I'm trying to let you see what ...my life used to be like.Anyway Greg, was 36, yep I robbed the cradle. He was born a full year and 2 days after me. We grew up in the same small town, played together as kids, went to school and college together and got married soon after. We both looked for and found jobs in Chicago, so we moved here soon after we got married.We have 2 kids, a boy. On the way out he added, “Robert, this is just great, keep it up”. Whilst he was rummaging around for the camera, I decided to see just how far they wanted to go. “Tell me Joan, you’ll have noticed that I too am getting excited looking down at my hard on. But what does it for me is your extremely hairy cunt, is there a reason why you don’t shave?” Don’t get me wrong I like it”, as I slowly rubbed my protruding dick. “And by the size of Jim’s bulge, he does too”.“Why Robert, using those words. After all who would want to ladder a pair of soft sheer hold ups anyway?Out came my favourite dildo and my lube (strawberry flavor) and slowly but surely I began to slide it in and out of my widening pussy. I was sitting on the back seat with my legs resting on the top of the front seats my heels barely clinging on to my feet when there was a knock on the steamed up window.To my surprise I recognised the chap as a former tutor of mine at college.When I attended college I was always attracted to. She was dressed in a short silky robe. I reached and untied it, pushing it back over her shoulders. Her awesome breasts were visible through the silky fabric of the robe she was wearing. Nora hesitated a little and tried to weakly raise her hands in protest but I insisted for her to relax and trust me. Her night dress was a 2 piece satiny silky with lace on it. It was not very extravagant looking at all but she looked very sexy in it. I could feel my passion and my cock swell in a competition..