And I’ll be damned if they didn’t talk back.And they shook her hand. I will admit it looked odd ... her hand was in an invisible clasp and moving ...p and down ... just like it would in a physical hand shake. I am hurt ... they didn’t shake my hand when they started talking to me.I pouted.The bloody mess ... Wendy ... Wendy Austin ... her ... the cringing ... wait. She’s sitting normally ... and paying more attention to the road than I am.She shrieked! Instead of looking back at the road ... like. She sat up and started to leave. I held her hand and rubbed it for a while, then rubbed her arm, then her shoulder, back, neck. She got all turned on as she panted for breath. Her eyes were closed and she acted kind of weak, gasping for air. I lowered her back down into my bed, and we faced each other. We never spoke at these sessions, just her little moans. I put her slightly shaking hand back on my hard on. She began to squirm slightly. Her face showed excitement and some straining, trying. She screams out in this new found pleasure. “Yes Mr. Eriksson! YES!” With one last hard thrust Joe rams Riley off the ground. Riley, still impaled on his cock, collapses against the window. She gasps for air. Joe holds his cock in deep for a few seconds before relaxing and pulling out gently. “Now that you are use to this, let’s try some other positions so you get the hang of it.” He pulls her over to the bench and lays her on top of her sweater. “I can’t believe I haven’t pull this down yet.”. Afton’s breathing became more shallow the longer the warm hands worked on her inner thigh, and once in a while one of them would brush against her bulging pussy. There was a definite line of moisture along Afton’s crack that was showing through on her panties, and Miss Richards commented on how attractive Afton’s vagina looked while covered by the white cotton panties. By now Afton was so aroused that she was in dire need of sexual relief, and offered no resistance when Miss Richards let her.