Normally I would have felt the urge to turn her around, plunge into her as deep and hard as I could but not then, not when the slight movements of her...hips felt so much deeper and harder.I leaned back and pulled her with me, our half movements meeting halfway to generate full thrusts as pebbles and roots dug into my back. Her eyes, the short breaths told me all I needed to know and her hanging hair grazed my face like an extra hand of fingers.Sometime we came but honestly I have no memory of it. I held my cock against her pussy lips so I'd feel her "squirt" not only on my cock, but on my hand, just like my first squirting experience. With my other arm wrapped around her I held us close as I said "You first". I stood there, anticipating the warm but powerful rush of her "squirting" on me, but as more and more seconds ticked by, I realized something might be wrong. I asked, "do you not need to go?"Michelle answered, "I do. I didn't go before leaving work on purpose. I just. Soon they were back in the German red motor, cruising down the Nepean Highway. The clock on the dashboard indicating the witching hour of two thirty would be soon upon them. The dealership soon loomed on the horizon and Noella came to grips with the fact that she would soon have to let Mark go back to work instead of spending the afternoon together. They pulled up in front of the glass fronted building, which had a row of gleaming cars strung along it’s front perimeter. ‘Thank you.’ she sighed.. It was clear from her speech and her demeanor that she had already been bar-hopping that evening. What wasn't clear was why she would be out by herself in that condition. A vulnerable woman in the big city was an easy target for muggers, rapists or worse."Sure, Holly," I answered, rising to pull a chair out for her. "Let me buy you a drink. What're you havin'? Coffee?" Nah, gimme the fuckin' good stuff," she muttered, then erupted in a fit of giggles. For the first time in my recollection, I.