“Well, what you do you want then?” Caitlin shot back, with a questioning tone. “Hmmmm… I’m sure that you were careful before and drew the b...inds.” The stranger went on, laying out his challenge. “Why don’t you take a risk that others can see you in the throes of passion?” Caitlin hesitated before replying. This was going too fast for her comfort. While she was willing to let herself go with this smooth-talking mystery man, she was no exhibitionist. “I don’t know I can do that,” Caitlin. But nobody has seen the key since Honor Blackman played here. Apparently, the director liked to pop in unannounced.”She smiled. “Well, one can but admire his taste.” She kissed me. “And yours.” She kissed me again and her hand went inside the top of my admittedly revealing dress and cupped my right tit. Every now and then, she’d lean back to look at me as if checking I was still okay with what she was doing before leaning back into an even deeper kiss.“Long dresses are lovely but, Faye, I do. Hearing your gasp of passion, I chuckle, wet a fingertip and lightly rub it over your hardening nipple, tweaking and pulling it. This makes you moan and thrash. Softly, gently I rub your nipple. Decisively I stroke your breast, roughly squeezing and hefting its weight. Now this causes you to writhe in the seat until you're begging me to stop, to not stop, to let you cum, to stop the van and fuck you unless I want you to ruin my soft, supple seats with your pussy cream.My low, sexy chuckle ends. Still with my head down, I put a hand between my legs and slip a finger in between my lips. I start rubbing myself, making sure you can see the tip of my finger popping in and out my pussy lips. I stand up and place my hands on my ass cheeks. Holding them open for you to see, I rub my asshole with my wet finger. Suddenly you’re there behind me and you slam your dick right into my pussy in one swift move. There’s no moment for me to adjust, you keep going stroking in and out of me. I grapple for.