She got kind of trashed and in the car on the way back she starts kissing my neck and then she sits back and starts playing with her pussy.I'm having ... hard time driving and putting a finger in her pussy. I tell her to take off her dress and she does, the I tell her to take off her bra. She is now only wearing torn pantyhose. A trucker slowed down to see what was going on. I had a hold of her tits she had two fingers in her pussy. I drove to the deserted street where took the other girl. I. I centered my weight onto one arm and caught her wrist right before the end of the second stroke. I held my breath, knowing I was right on the edge and one perfect flick of her thumb would have me blowing my load. Let go, I pleaded, pulling on her wrist, praying shed do this the easy way. She did let go, completely. I sat back on my knees. I wanted to chastise my dick as it continuously twitched like an epileptic against my stomach. She stared at my cock, eyeing it deviously with a fucking sexy. They laid there for several minutes before June got up and went over to sit at her desk. Roger’s eyes were fixed on June’s ass as she walked. “Such a cute, firm ass.” He said to himself. He got up, went into the kitchen, filled two glasses with Coke, and came back into the living room. He set a drink on June’s desk, then went over to the sofa and looked through the reports of each salesman’s performance level. An hour later, he got up and told June to get dressed and ready to go somewhere to. He couldn’t look at her without feeling guilt and remorse. Yet it was tinged with a dark and heady sexual excitement. He couldn’t get over how good she felt naked in his arms, how firm her breasts were as they pushed against his chest, how tight around his cock she had been. If he lingered on the memory too much, he inevitably felt himself start to harden. There were other issues he needed to address and soon. He hadn’t worn protection, not that he had any with him in the first place, and then.