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Ann James’ body was pressed back into the plush leather seat as the twelve-cylinder engine revved and the Jaguar leaped forward. Her huge tits were flattened slightly against her chest from the acceleration and she felt the thrill of speed in her cunt. Under her skillful control, the sleek car turned up the ramp to the freeway. Ann refused to slow down even though the ramp was a tight, decreasing radius curve. The rear wheels began to slide to the side, and she listened to the squealing tires as she concentrated on the feeling of the car’s sideways movement. As the ramp straightened out and entered the freeway, Ann pressed the accelerator and the Jag tore forward.
It took all her skill as a driver to negotiate the ramp at that speed and it set every nerve in her body on fire. Driving like that was Ann’s second favorite thing in the whole world. Her first favorite was fucking and that’s why she was in her car right now. She had been sitting around the house when the call came from Bill. He was home from college for the long weekend and wanted to see her. As soon as Ann heard his voice, her pussy began to drool. There was no way that she could turn down a chance to get her hands on a firm young body like Bill’s.
Ann was quite a bit older than Bill. In fact, she was old enough to be his mother. At thirty-six, she was celebrating her twentieth anniversary as a fucker. Bill was only nineteen. It seemed the older she got, the younger she liked her lovers to be. There was a time when she actually preferred older men, but that was only before she was twenty. Since then, the kids she saw playing in the streets and in the playgrounds started her body longing for the young cocks that they carried in their jeans. She had been responsible for initiating a number of kids into the world of sex and she was happy to be providing that service.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number SE-2009 in the original publications (a duplicate).