I brought the limb of my desire up to my face and felt the smoothness of your sole on my face and took in the aroma of it's naturally musky smell and ...hen your hand snuck under my BVD's waistline and you could feel my hard cock underneath. I kept your feet on my face and you kept rubbing my now swollen cock with your prying hands. In not much time I got up quickly and removed what little clothing I had on and at the same time, you were removing your tee and then I got to help you take off your. Andy was also a car addict, and had been Dave's pal for years. He'd been best man at their wedding, and had been responsible for organising an honour guard of men in overalls holding large spanners aloft when she and Dave had left the church - a fitting (and humorous) touch. Jennifer grinned at the memory.As she walked towards the front door, the doorbell rang. She swung the door open and greeted Andy with a smile."Hi Andy! He's not here at the moment, and he won't be back for a little while. I move towards her, cock leading the way. My hands go between her legs and rub her already moist, white lace panties. Zita is pulling me closer, her left hand round my bum, her right hand tightly gripping my hardness, guiding me to her... “Give me your cock John. I want your cock so badly!”I want her too. Its all I’ve dreamed about, thought about, wanked about, for weeks on end and now it looks like its finally going to become a reality.My hand grabs a hold of her white panties and hoisting. She told me that it was because I had always been so nice to her in the office, and had really been the closest thing that she had had to a mentor. She admitted that she knew nothing about what it would take to become a prostitute, and was quite scared at the prospect. I think she either was looking to me to talk her out of the idea, or guide her through it. Given the circumstances that we all found ourselves in, I thought that her plan could have some merit, and that the latter option.