How good her pussy felt. Okay, the glass is frosted, so technically I didn’t know it was her, but the car was the right colour and it would be a pretty unlucky coincidence if it was anyone else. xxx “You can’t” I said. Oh, and let’s not forget that right now she was obviously sat in her car at the end of my street, fingering her pussy, waiting for my wife to leave so that we could fuck. “I’m at the end of the road. She’s sixty-two, but she doesn’t look a day over forty-five, and she’s gorgeous. We both got up quickly and she pulled down her dress and adjusted her hair as I quickly put my juice-covered cock away and did up my jeans.
