Oh yes we now both had a perfect view of her little white triangle up under her skirt, no wonder Billy was standing there with an erection.Tams knew w...at she was doing as Billy and I stood by the washer looking up her skirt, her book ensuring we didn’t make eye contact as she shuffled on the chair and in doing so settled with her legs a bit wider, Billy looked at me smiling as both our cocks reached maximum stiffness.Her little white panties looked tight and I could visibly see her little lady. She was wearing an LFC grey sports jacket, an LFC football shirt, a red skater skirt and red converse pumps. She slipped her pumps off and placed them on the seat next to her. She smiled, and removed her jacket. "never thought I'd be doing this" she muttered to herself. she pulled her shirt over her head and looked down at her sports bra. it was grey with red trim, and her panties were the same. She unhooked her skirt and pulled it from underneath her. She then hooked her thumbs into the. Many forum notes, many disagreements, many agreements, shared videos, pictures. I think our non bestial like minded hobbies possibly clinched the solemn agreement to meet. Much had passed through the dark ether clouds before we arranged to meet. It was a motorway service station, mid way between his farm in Kent and my place in Wiltshire and even the coming together was awkward in that both of us were somewhat reticent so we were both fifteen minutes late, sat parked in our vehicles, thinking. Without warning, she’s up on all fours again, back arched painfully, toes curled, as incoherent pleadings spill forth from her lips. My cock reaches full mast when it feels her moisture dripping down on to it, already preparing it for what’s next. Not a word is uttered between us as I grasp the base of my cock, holding it straight up, and she begins to rub her own cum all across the head. If I wasn’t at 100 percent before that, I am now, as waves of pleasure bring warmth all the way to my.