’ I sat back in the cab as he pulled away from the curb and into the late Friday afternoon traffic. I cursed under my breath, as I could tell by the...way we were moving that I would never make my flight. My mind began to drift to Jennifer. I smiled and closed my eyes, and I could see her with that floral print sun dress, smiling and offering me a cold drink. The low cut of the dress gave a nice view of her firm round breasts and cleavage. I could feel my love starved cock stir in my boxers, and. She didn’t move a muscle. She kept looking at him in an empty glance. He pulled her nighty apart and started playing with her boobs, skin to skin. She wasn’t wearing a bra.He played with them, first smoothly and then with increasing force. He was marking them red with his fingers. When he finally pulled her left nipple upwards, some of her breast milk sprayed outta her nipple to his face.“Oh wow, this is gonna be fun!” He said as he tried to do it again, but Hamida held his wrists and. He motioned to another old truck outside s hers and told her the store in town had tab for him for groceries.The bedroom she was given she was sure once had been her dads though there was now a double bed but there was a faded cowboy border on the walls and some toys. She was only relieved there was a computer and small television added though she soon foud out there was no internet and her grandfather only got a few stations.Her grandfather was a bit gruff but after dinner she joined him for. "I said don't turn around." "Okay, Miss Bossy Pants." She gets in the shower behind me, I can feel her breasts pressed against my back as she stands on her tippy toes to look over my shoulder. "Mmmm, I see you woke up ready to go." Pressed against my back she wraps her left arm around my waist and pulls me tighter against her. Her tits are smashed against my back. Her right arm reaches around and grabs my now even harder shaft. Her hand begins stroking me, not soft and slow but with purpose..