Chloe jumped out and got in the back seat“Come on slow coach” she shouted slamming the door shut once inside. I quickly got out of the car and got... in the back and as I was sitting down Chloe was taking off her sandals.“Get your clothes off then….come on strip” she demanded as she sat forward and turned to look at me.I struggled to move in the confined space in the back so I reached over and moved the seats forward which surprisingly gave us massive amounts of room and I started to undress.. She rubs herself slowly, luxuriating in the sensations rippling through her body. When was the last time I did something for myself?she sighed. She presses herself against a wall in the window display and slides down so that her buttocks touch the hardwood floor. Without her fingers leaving her clitoris, she spreads her legs wide and cries out as the previous tweak turns into an intensified jolt. She is so wet, now, that she is worried about leaving a mark on the floor. So what if I do, she. They were the pictures she had taken of her son Bobby's high school graduation the previous week. The one she liked the best was the one of her husband and son together. She marveled at their appearance. They were enough alike to be twins. Same muscular build, same dark hair and good looks, same stance, and although the picture didn't show it, the same hard, tight rear-end, she thought with a chuckle. Only a close up would have revealed Roger's puffy, red rimmed eyes and less than tight. He was groping her boobs softly. They were really soft so he was very careful when touching them.On the other hand, though he regularly exercised, he had very soft hands as well. She felt her strength melting away. She could no longer resist his move. She put her hands down, after leaving his arms and just showing desperation by moving each of them to each side.He kept playing, massaging, grabbing, groping, squeezing, kneading and mauling her boobs. . After a while, he took hold of her nipples.