And that was not the only place the smell was coming from. Meghan's entire right hand, but particularly her index and middle fingers, were saturated w...th the odor as well.Meghan, you naughty little girl, Jo thought salaciously. You were playing with yourself while you were driving! You came all over your fingers on Interstate 80, didn't you?Meghan saw Jo looking at her and flushed a little. "Something wrong?" she asked."Not at all," Jo said. "I was just thinking how much fun it was for just us. Then she shifted in my lap again. She moved her hips in a circle, grinding against my cock, now nestled between her cheeks. I could't believe this was happening. Certainly I had fantasized about her, but I never imagined anything would actually happen. Taking this as my signal, I checked again to make sure no one was looking, then reached between us to undo my pants. She lifted herself just enough let my hand in. I unbuttoned my pants and opened them enough to free my now painfully erect cock.. When her pale red lips clamped down over my wet pubic mat of hair, Lynette peered up at me with watery eyes. Once more, I was flummoxed by her near effortless ability to deep-throat my thick crowned cock.The sensual garbling sounds from her rapid bobbling motions spurred on the final stages of my impeding orgasm. A long string of Lynette’s spittle hung between her sensual lips and my ready to explode cock when she pulled her mouth away from my cock to claim a deserving lungful of oxygen. As she. She was already wearing make-up, dolled up for the day. "Besides, you're going to be late for work." And with that, Candace handed her husband his briefcase and ushered him out the door.When she returned, Luke was putting his cereal bowl in the sink. He turned and found her sitting in his chair, her legs crossed, almost every glorious inch of them visible. "Have a seat, sweetie. I want to talk to you about your Christmas gift this year." Luke slumped down into a chair across the table. He had.