She continued to work her mouth deeper and pulled out occasionally to run her tongue all up and down my shaft. I noticed that Pam had stopped singing ...and I opened my eyes and saw that she had adjusted her rear view mirror to watch what was going on. I could see her eyes looking right into mine and I smiled and raised a finger to my lips hoping she wouldn't say something to interrupt Elena. She smiled back and shook her head a little as if to say "You’re such a dirty boy."Something about her. Her brown eyes are striking. She sometimes wears her long brown hair in a ponytail. I love the way it sways from side to side as she walks by. I love watching her walk. Her body is amazing. You should see her breasts. She has a full bosom. And they bounce when she walks. I love to see her wear tight blouses. You can see her perky nipples in them. I would love to suck them. Most of the time I see her, she is wearing shorts. They show off her long, sexy legs. I would love to touch and kiss them.. I felt her pussy. A dripping wet flame that clutched my prick, her hands on my body, the ants scurried from her fingertips rushing over my flesh, and that lovely aroma deep in my lungs. I drew more of the vapors down inside as the sweet love potion rushed through me. Her hips rolled gently, and it all overwhelmed me. Deep satisfaction passed over my being, while passion burned inside me, blasting out of every pore. As I touched her soft yet firm body, the heat from me passed between us in. "Do you think you could put up with her?" I asked Rachel. Faye seemed high-strung -- not the happy soul her daughter was."You'd cool her out, Sweetie!" Rachel replied with her usual carefree expression, "A couple of shots from that fire hose of yours and Momma would be absolutely laid back!" Hmmm. I'm not prepared to commit to lug along any more members of your family, but I'll take the idea under advisement."Rachel stopped me in the hall, serious for once.'Daddy is, well, fading, somehow -- I.