Perfect! I was about to rise from my desk when I realized I may have a wet spot on my light pink pencil skirt. I couldn’t resist running off to the ...estroom to finish what I had started, though. Grabbing the items and concealing them in my purse, I made a mad dash to the toilets. Once inside a stall and I removed my skirt and panties and inserted the vase in my sloppy wet pussy and the marker in my aching ass. I came in rushing flashes of cum. The thoughts of the weekend and future fantasies to. ”“Well?”“I picked her hitch-hiking in Montana...” I started. By the time I’d finished, we’d made it through the road-block at the head of the drive and talked to the guys from the ambulance, the deputy at the gate, the Crime Scene Investigator ... that’s a lie.What we got from the investigator was, “Hey, don’t walk through my crime scene.”We detoured through the garage. There’s a door to the yard by the outhouse.“Hold on,” Edgar said, “I need to pee.”“Go ahead ... it’s two holed ... no. She was reluctant to answer my question. I told her where I was going and she replied me back.Her destination wasn’t on my route to home but I could drop her in between and later she could catch an auto or bus from there. I suggested this to her. She wasn’t interested initially as she kept looking for another auto or bus. Eventually, she agreed to come as the rain pouring down was heavy and the thundering was loud. Once she was inside the car, I offered her tissues to dry her wet face and hair.. "Does that please you?" "It is not my place to be pleased, I am only for your pleasure." "Then this pleases me just fine..." I whisper as I reach under and run my finger across her lips. I've never used my fingers to get a girl off, so I hope I do okay. I can feel she's getting wetter and that's fine with me, and I pull my hand back to taste her wetness, and....I like this. I go back to fingering her softly, and gently rubbing her clit, which is a bit larger than mine, and her quivers tell me.