Or out of control. Depends on how you looked at it. A couple of weeks ago, headed for work, I was getting on the interstate. Her 4-wheel drive super-c...harged toy passed me on the entrance ramp, really stupid because most people are watching out the left side of their vehicle, she passed me on the right. I don’t think she knew it was me, but I started leaving earlier or using a slightly different route. The next week one of the guys saw her getting a ticket on the side of the road by a female. I explained to her that Jake was fine and was fast asleep. As she stood there wobbling I didn’t know what to do. The good guy in me thought I should grab my book bag and head on home; call it a night. But then the horny guy in me stepped up and reminded me about my plan. I had to execute my plan! I told Kim that I had tidied up the house but, for some reason, I couldn’t get the stroller to fold up. Something was wrong with it. At first, through a deeply slurred voice she dismissed the problem. In my rush to get her home on time, I hadn’t checked the mirror properly, and as a result I was now banned from driving Dad’s car. Sally and I were therefore reduced to snatching the odd moment of passion outdoors when we could, or sometimes in the back row of the cinema. Neither were satisfactory options, especially for Sally. Although I could easily bend her over the back of a park bench for a quick fuck at night, getting Sally to an orgasm was a different matter. This took time, and usually. She returned to the bed in time to see her grannies heavy bosom fall out of the cups of her bra, and then the dress dropped."You are not even wearing panties!", Cindy exclaimed when she saw her grandmothers furry patch of pubic hair."Timothy prefers it that way, my c***d" , the woman answered back, and then lowered her beefy lips onto Timothy's foreskin. The girl looked on fascinated as her grandma absorbed the entire length of Timothy's manhood into her gaping mound."Grandma", she asked, "How.