You turn my head and push your cock into my ear. It feels wet as you drag the tip over my cheek and across my lips. I feel your hand quickly grabbing ...my neck, cupping my face and squeezing, my jaw expertly drops open. As you force your thickness deep into my throat my body involuntarily convulses and my throat tries to push you out. I feel my spit sliding over my lips and down my chin; I gag and push my hands against your thighs as I pull my head back, trying to get away. “Ha ha ha” you laugh,. Most of the time. Pretty sure.Daddy perked up at the news of the mismatched digits on the license plate. He said, “I’ll drive.”We cruised Bellevue at a sedate pace, not going too slow. It was a midsize house, a lot smaller than some of the old mansions in the Valentine neighborhood. But larger than some of the bungalows.We were heading north because the house was on the west side, the driver’s side, of Bellevue. No one was on the porch and I didn’t see anyone else around so I snapped some more. He slid his hand in my jeans and started to finger me fast and rub my clit hard I was on the verge of cumming when he just stopped.I was so horny I had to fight the urge not to fuck him then I realized the boys were coming back. He won't touch me now payback time.I undid his jeans and released his cock he gave me a nervous glance I just smiled and started slowly stroking him under the table.He couldn't do anything to stop me as I started stroking faster and gently squeezing his shaft.I knew he. Aaaahhhhh….holy shit…. hmmmm.”I was still kneeling on the back seat, just above Wayne’s prone and unconscious body, as Jack kept hammering his thick dick in and out of my cunt like a piston. My God, that felt good. Maybe it was the doggy position I was in, or maybe it was the spontaneity of getting plowed while bent over in the back seat of my car with my husband lying unconscious underneath me, but my orgasm had been one of the most intense I’d ever experienced.Jack still had a death grip on.