My hands reach back to his body, feeling his sides and working towards his hard cock. I start to unbutton his jeans. All the while he is playing with ...my pussy, making me wet. I push up against him as I unbutton. Feeling him, wanting him, knowing he will be in me soon. My eyes close with the desire of what I can feel of his body and what I feel in my grasp to come.As the buttons come undone, I pull the jeans to the side; all the while he is kissing my neck. I pull them to the side and move into. I grabbed a nap late in the afternoon, and about eight o’clock, headed out to Vycep Na Stojaka, a popular bar next to St. Jacob’s Church. The name of the bar translates to ‘the standing bar.’ By the time I got there on a Saturday night, it was clear to see why. There was a line in one door and people coming out the other with beer and some food. The choices were even more limited for food than at the previous night’s bar. I got a beer and French fries and was shuffled out the other door. There. I kept on my low cut shirt but didnt wear my bra. I then went out to my car and it was raining so I got pretty wet and it was kinda chilly out which made my nipples hard. I made my way across town taking my time so I wouldnt get pulled over. I also talked to my friend as I drove to his place and he was saying alot of crazy things to me. I was so fucking horny and told him I wanted him to fuck me nice and hard.I finally got their and pulled into his drive. His buddy then came out and said he. “ Just over there towards the back,” he directed me, I drove into a space and stopped the car, “ This OK?” I asked. “ Just perfect,” he replied. I felt his hand on my knee, “ What do you think you are doing?” Alex laughed, releasing his seatbelt, “ Well if you don’t know at 53yo I cannot be helping you!” His hand remained on my knee his fingers moving under my skirt’s hem, I raised my voice, “ Get your filthy hand off my knee now, I am a happily married woman!” He laughed once more, his hand.