She was holding on to the shoulder straps, her eyes were closed and she had the back of her fingers on her nipples. Her upper teeth gently bit on her ...lower lip. After the sexual rush of dominating Sergei, this was too much. I took a napkin and blotted my wet pussy and leaned forward and with one long arm tucked the damp napkin in her hand, pussy side up. Her eyes came partly open, but closed as the smell of hot pussy hit her nose. She started rubbing her thighs back and forth, the way I used to. ” Joy felt a slight shiver run down her back. She replied, “No marks on my face, arms neck, and the top shoulders. If I don’t ask you to stop, continue doing whatever you’re doing.” She paused; I could tell she was hesitant to continue. I nodded at her, letting her know I wanted her to continue. “Can you blur the line for me, Gil?” “You bet your ass I can blur the line, Joy.” She smiled, leaned in and kissed my cheek. “I’ll take that bet, Gil. Whenever you want to place it on the table. My. .. shuddering, oh God yes....as shot spasms of my sex all over my car....as my finger kept tickling smaller loads of my sex on the seat. The perfume, and musky aroma of my sperm made it clear that a filthy whore came home. But now I am by myself ready to take my fun into a new level. As I pull my butt plug...I begin to drip from stuff she cock. That is when I run half a strawberry over my wet cock. The feeling of that fruit makes me pulse some more. My quivering of the thought of having. Coffee in her hand she finally walks over – I stand up smiling and politely greet her. Conscious and hoping she likes me I give her a peck on the cheek and this weird hug thing people do when they meet the first time. How very manly and macho….haha.We chat normally for a bit as if we were friends. Mundane yet interesting stuff like how we are, anything interesting happening to us lately….well, it appears something interesting is happening. You see, we’ve met on the understanding that if we both.