She slipped her phone back into her purse without ever slipping Mark's cock out of her mouth. Then she slipped right out of her shorts, elastic waistband for a big girl and all. Then she slipped again, fingers into her slippery hole- heck, she was pretty much ready right now. Her palm grazed over where she had shaved all her hair- big girls have to do what they have to do for attractiveness points, and then lower, burying a pair of fingers inside while she pressed against her opening wider slit. She wiggled her wide bottom appreciatively under his hand, encouraging him to squeeze ... Or smack.  Or whatever.<br/><br/>It was a bit of a drive back to her place, and she did pop off her head here and there. To keep the guy from popping off himself, but also to make sure he remembered the way. He was sticking to back roads, either to draw this out or to give them some privacy. Or at least the privacy a pair could get when one is bent over an armrest sucking the big, hard cock of the guy driving. As they got closer to her part of the county she tried to get lower, make sure that there was no show going on in the passenger window, and slowing down the bobbing of her head and her fingers.<br/><br/>By the time they got to her to driveway both front and back were wet. She was oozing juices around her pudgy digits, three of them now, thighs smeared. Chin smeared too, this time with spit, because his cock was dripping onto his balls she was massaging. Trish wasn't afraid to take it all, even if she did gag a little. Well a few times it had been more than a little, but wasn't that a feeling guys liked? That little squeeze when a girl retched around their cock?  Recognizing the little bump at the front and the quick twist by feel, she looked up as they pulled into her driveway, stroking his wet, spit soaked cock with her equally wet, pussy slickened fingers.<br/><br/>When he put the stick in park she parked her hand at the base of his stick, grinning at how much more poked up. God he had a big, beautiful cock, so much better than Chris. Not that her husband was small, but it just- well it wasn't as big, didn't get as hard- it wasn't glorious like this one. "So under the trees?" Trisha asked with a grin, letting go and slipping out of the door.