Letting out a whisper of a moan as she began to squirm and grind her tight little ass then pulling my hand even harder to her hot passion. The moist h...at from her desire engulfed my hand then running directly to my aching cock. Holding the gearshift tightly the vibration of the motor and winding transmission transferred to Liza’s swollen clit. She began to grind on my hand vigorously then leaned over grasping my cock with her two hands. The shock and glorious sensation created a reflex reaction. I could taste myself on her lips. ‘This is what you want, isn’t it, Annie?’ she said. ‘This is what you’ve always wanted.’ Then, her face was between my legs again as fingers and mouth found their own irresistable harmony. Soon my legs were stiffening and shaking, my body braced against the flood. I could feel it coming. The roaring rush – the promise of release. The dam was bursting, drowning me, flooding every part of me. Deeper and deeper I sank. And then .... and then I was floating. My rock hard cock throbbed under the towel, apparently invisibly, despite its prominence. But Beatrix worked silently and patiently away at my legs. Maybe she, like me, wasn’t quite sure how to address it. She had to have noticed it, after all. It was impossible not to. What was she thinking?Was she simply hoping it would go away? Was she disgusted? Flattered? Annoyed? Aroused? I wished I could hear her thoughts right now and get an idea of what was inside her head.She finished my right leg and. "Mmm… morning baby," she said, smiling and stretching. "How long have you been awake?" I dunno… about twenty minutes I guess," he said, brushing a lock of hair from her face."Oh, you should have woke me up hon," she said."That's okay… I like to watch you sleep. Besides I was kinda hard on you last night!" he grinned."Oh sugar, that's the kind of ‘hard' I like! You can be hard on me like that anytime!" she giggled. "Are you hungry, sweetheart?" Sure! Need some help with breakfast?" he asked."You.