Since Ididn't have a boyfriend, I would have to do the next best thing. Icrawled into the backseat of my parent's car, closed my eyes, and beganto slo...wly run my hands all over myself. In the cold, evening air and thesheerness of what I was wearing, I felt goospimples pop up all over mybody. I felt my face flush a deep crimson, as I felt my silky legs rubslowly rub against each other, and imagined our school wrestlingchampion date of mine, running his hand up my silk covered thights.In time, I. He never suspected her of betrayal, however; too well did he know his wife and too well was he forced to admit she had genuinely lost any interest in sex all together. He safely dismissed the thought that she may have grown resistant to her spouse's charms. Yet despite knowing his wife's lack in willingness was not caused by his inaptitude to deliver pleasure; nonetheless it repeatedly brought him to question his virility and his ability to satisfy her. Many were the times his querying thoughts. Caressing her breasts with my mouth, I knew what I wanted to do. I had stripped her naked, and began kissing down her body, starting with a nibble on her ear, guiding my mouth wetly down her neck. I nibbled her collarbone lightly, before gently nuzzling her utterly fabulous tits, licking slowly around her nipples, all the time gently rubbing my pussy on hers, our wetness mingling. I knelt down in between her slim legs, which instinctively wrapped themselves around my head, savouring the smell. Saying that, she slid down to my dick and lowered her mouth to it. Though she was not a pro at it, she did complete justice. After a while, I knew very little time was remaining. I made her in missionary and inserted my dick deep.She closed her eyes with a moan holding my hair. We were engrossed in a liplock while my hips oscillated her deep down. We changed positions. After half an hour, I was about to cum. All she told me was not to take it out. I understood and laid my seeds deep, shooting a.