She phoned her youngest daughter, Marcy, and found that they had just gotten in the road–they were over five hours behind us. I asked for the check and paid for the drinks as quickly as possible. Indian sex Circling, then pressing slightly. On the way up to the room, we kissed in the elevator. Yes, cupping those breasts I’d fantasied about only an hour earlier. No longer sweet, gentle kisses. She grabbed my head and pulled my face into her heat, alternatively groaning, moaning, screaming, crying. One good smack fallowed by another, followed by another. She’s right, far better when you respect your partner. We just sat next to one another and enjoyed the closeness. I pulled her to the side of the bed and had her put her feet on the floor. I heard Sharon say, “Well, we’ll see you at the motel this evening, but you’re getting in late enough that Paul and I aren’t going to wait to have dinner. Sharon squirmed then opened her legs fully and thrust her pussy toward me. We made our way to the wall for a bit of support and I pounded her as hard as I’ve ever down anyone ever. I was in heaven. It was hot, and we were barreling down the Interstate in the biggest U-Haul truck I was able to get.
