I started to gently rub cream onto the front of her thighs, acutely conscious of the fact that her pussy was practically right under my nose, encased ...n those bikini pants, and I couldn’t help wondering if she trimmed it, or perhaps even shaved it. I had to deliberately steer my thoughts back to the job at hand, and I made myself mentally picture my fat, ugly third grade teacher, Mrs Buscombe, to get my mind off Casey’s pussy.After I had finished rubbing the cream into Casey’s legs, I looked at. You raise up your skirt to give me a good view of your knickers. It is now I realise you had never thought about your knickers being damp. A little look of horror comes over your face as you notice your damp patch. I laugh to myself. How can you show me your breasts but get embarrassed at your damp patch? Just seeing your damp patch naturally reminds yourself of how it got there. You can’t help but think about your little masturbation session. You wish I had come a few minutes later. What you. Her eyes locked upon mine as she continued to stroke, feeling my prick stiffen within her soft, delicate hands. She felt the tip moisten and dropped her hands to the waist of her own pants. She fumbled with her jeans for a moment. Then, Kelli lifted her hips, tugging the tight material over her perfectly round hips. She slipped her legs out from underneath me and extended them towards the sky. I saw her bare thigh and an uncovered portion of her buttocks, so firm and round and silky smooth. I. The next morning I kissed my wife goodbye, and threw my luggage into my car and drove to the airport. Tuscon was as hot as I remembered in August, and hated it. But I quickly learned the new paperwork and reports, and was given my itinerary on my future inspections for the next 3 months. Basically fly to a town on Monday and rent a car with my new boss. Then we would drive for 4 or 5 days, inspecting 2-5 stores a day before flying home.And he told me of one of the perks I did not realize..