As your juices lubricate my fingers from sliding back and forth over them, I finally quit teasing you and press into your harder. I part your lips and...reach for your clit. Feeling around your labia, moving my fingers up and down you. Feeling through your lips, feeling every ridge, and caressing you. I feel for your clit finding it easily in your excited state, I can feel every throb of your heart beat in your clit. I move my fingers in little circles over your clit, moving my other hand from. I slowly removed my pants and my dick was half erected in my underwear.She smiled and rubbed my erected dick with hands that got stuck inside my underwear.She came down and took my dick in her hands.She stroked it hard and gave a blowjob to me.She sucked it like a lollypop and licked the precum off it.She came up and pulled my t-shirt and threw it away.She planted kisses on my chest.She bit my chest and shoulders and scratched my ass with her nails.It was painful and I felt like she was. She had a habit of biting her bottom lip when she was nervous. Looking out the window at the passing fields her thoughts wondered back to the apartment she had shared with her mother in New York. She wondered how her mother was doing and when she would see her again. She then thought of Mr. Jenkins, the apartment super and the key role he played in her having to leave home. Mr. Jenkins was 56 but still very able and strong from years of manual work and did all of the maintenance in the. The only phallic object she could see was the gear stick of the van. Leaning forward, she began to lick the gear stick, lubricating it as much as she could. Pulling down her trousers, and turning round, she opened her lips, and lowered herself onto the stick. The bulbous head of the object spread her cunt wide, and easily slipped into her well lubricated vagina. Putting her whole weight on the gear stick, it slid deeper and deeper, sending waves of sensations through her body. When it reached.