When I stepped off my British Airways flight into the new air terminal in Tbilisi, it wasn't much different from most other airports I'd been through....I had no baggage to claim, nothing to declare and my papers were in order, so I was shopping the airport rental car counters in about fifteen minutes. I wanted a vehicle that would be unobtrusive, but that would be capable on the goat paths that served as roads in the more remote areas near the Chechen border. I finally found a company that would. Both of his hands were on my breasts, kneading them from behind. I was straddling his rod and rubbing my hungry clit and twet pussy against it. His fingers had found my nipples and he twisted the, very hard, making me moan oin silence. I had to bite my lip so as not to scream loud, like a bitch in heat. All of the sudden, the car’s door opened. This was the end of the line. I watched as the doors remained open. I knew my loving husband was waiting for me outside; just few yards from I was. Frank ripped of his T-shirt, threw it into the crowd, and they went mad. One by one the other band members followed suit, and Taylor was surprised to see Jenny rocking along to the beat, dressed in only a black bra, and jeans. She slowly moved over to him, and grabbed his shirt, with his hands full of guitar, she had his shirt over his head before he could stop her, and when he paused long enough, she ripped his shirt from where it was held captive by his left arm, and threw it into the crowd.. My touch made her flinch a little. Its ok Charlotte, dont be scared. Im not scared. She replied, but her voice stuttered just a bit, saying the opposite. Looking at my cock, I saw some pre cum had pooled in my piss slit. Look at my cock Charlotte, its hard like this because of you, because youre my girlfriend. And because youre my girlfriend you can touch it And as I said that, my hand left her knee and took hold of the top of her left hand and guided it to my cock. Just hold it like youre.