I wuickly turned my head to see if she had noticed her entrapment, and she had not. Step two was to close the curtains, which might be more tricky wit...hout calling her attention.I debated wether to pull them closed quickly, and run to her, or to try and draw them quietly. I decided on the latter, not wanting a chase. I had been waiting patiently for what seemed like forever, my cock throbbing ever painfully, and I wanted to simply have her. The curtains on the left side of the door pulled shut. " Yes," Koney said, "That is called a love pat. No one is absolutely certain why it works the way it does, but most believe that your bottom is one of the most intimate areas of your body. It's a territory that most people allow very few others to touch at will, normally limited to family, close friends, and lovers." Oh, that's sumthin I never thought about before," the Raccoon said, "Now that you mention it, the only people who ever pat or squeeze my butt are daddy, grammie, grampie, you and. -hameeda--mm?--it is a cold night and…i am having trouble turning myself on-I turned towards him and said,-then lemme help you-I turned him upwards, got on him, removed his shirt and then mine, and started rubbing his skin with my palms, asking him,-you do the same. This will work-He did as i said. He quickly started squeezing my boobs, which made me feel his cock erecting inside. I was smiling at him passionately. He was looking at me like astonished.-wow…never knew you could do this. Your. An older best friend of mine’s husband decided to sell his Harley Sportster and upon learning of it, I promptly cashed in the accumulated checks and bought it. It might seem like I am digressing, and maybe I am, but I could digress even more if I started recounting some of the stories involving this “older” woman. But the pertinent part is I owned a beautiful, decked out Sportster that Autumn as school was getting underway.Why this becomes relevant is that October my Volkswagon Bug caught fire.