It felt longer than the cock I had fucked in the bathroom earlier that evening, and every bit as thick. Mature sex As told in another story, my husband, Terry, and I had spent the night at his annual office party. With a grin, he told me to “assume the position”, as he pushed my back so that I leaned forward, with my hands resting on the fender. As I stood in the open doorway, bent over and legs spread, with my hands on the roof of the car to hold me up, I heard the sound of a zipper behind me. I bit my lip and spread my legs a little more, as he stood up behind me, and with one hand he began moving his fingers in and out of my pussy. Both of his hands slid into my halter top from the sides, and he began squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples.
