After massaging for some times I want to go inside her dress but she stopped me. I said”If we message over the dress morning you dress will be a mes... and everyone will come to know what happened here, so just I will do it over your inners so it will help”She accepted so I pulled down her zip from the back I just can’t get enough room to put my hand inside. so I adjusted and made some room for her and asked her to put her legs on the seat so that she can go inside the jacket. she did and I. I’m really sorry.’ I leaned in towards her. ‘Just one more kiss?’ I said. I knew it sounded pitiful when I said it but I thought if I could just kiss her one more time we’d feel that spark again and she’d love me again and like me again and whatever or whoever happened on this trip to leave her so certain she was done would just evaporate from her mind and we’d go back to being happy . . . or at least pretending to be. 
For a split second something changed in her eyes. But then she pulled. We all hope the person on the receiving end is actually performing the act and derives some pleasure from our words. I don't know how long we have exchanged erotic chats and emails, long enough that we have become friends that have discussions about other things. We have shared with each other tales of the good and the bad discussing things trivial like all friends do, these are some of great pleasures of now being friends. Life is funny sometimes though, we have discussed the ideas of how. I leaned over and sucked one into my mouth, holding the tit in one hand while I stroked myself with the other. Kathy sped up the pace with which she was rubbing herself as I slowly caressed her tits. I sucked each nipple, cupping a breast in each hand, moving back and forth between them. I began to gently tug the nipples, lifting the entire breast up by the rigid pink flesh. Kathy made a quiet mewling sound. I lowered myself between her legs, and drew my tongue up her thigh. .