I couldn’t believe how wet she was. She just kept moaning “OH, YES STEVE, OH YEAH, OH MY GOD THAT FEELS INCREDIBLE” I started really going at it... using one hand on her pussy and the other on her ass. I started inserting my fingers on both ends slowly at first. But she was pushing back faster and faster. She had her back arched with her but way up in the air. I felt my finger break her “cherry” she didn’t slow down at all. She just kept repeating “OH, AH, UH OH GOD, OH GOD STEVE, AHHHH OH MY GOD. Then, I realized his own bulge was quite substantial. He did not even try to hide it - it showed right through his PJ pants with a nice wet spot where his cock slit was located.He told me about mom, described her tits to me and how he stumbled upon peeking on her. Of course I knew what she looked like toplees but I was not willing to admit that to him. I let him have his little moment of triumph as he meticulously described every aspect of moms rack.More and more images scrolled by my screen.. Though I hit my brakes hard, the truck driver didn’t. Seems he knew from experience not to do that. How did I know? Until I solved it, I had the same experience on my sports car —about forty times.After passing the truck, yet watching the wheel’s path, I stopped to help. The driver pounded the steering wheel, as though it was at fault and beating it would fix the problem. After his tantrum, I walked back to him and his copilot. Both coarse, olive skinned men in orange wigs and all black,. ‘No,’ Julie replied, shaking her head, without elaborating. She couldn’t tell Ashlee about the pictures. She wasn’t even going to tell Greg about that. The two women sat and looked at each other for a moment, neither able to think of anything to say. ‘Let’s have a glass of wine or something,’ Ashlee suggested at last, patting Julie’s shoulder and standing up. Julie nodded. She actually could go for something stronger. If it wasn’t a work night, she would have been all for getting drunk. Thirty.