’ She tried to ignore the sudden wetness in her lacy panties – a gift from Jamie just last Christmas. ‘Go on Gabby…’ He whispered, sexual te...sion radiating between the both of them, ‘Do it. Be spontaneous. Be bad.’ His hands slowly glided up her thighs, she reached out blindly until she found the blinds to her office, and twisted them shut. ‘Be bad…’ He growled again, his fingers finding the outline of her thong. He smiled, she thrust her fingers into his hair as his head disappeared under her. Another splash of pre-cum washed into my mouth, it's salty stickiness a reminder he was enjoying this. Taking him in my hand again, I pulled at his foreskin, experimenting with it rolling back, fingering his tip and the ridges of his head, sliding it up and down. Then I applied my tongue to the front just beneath the tip and flicked him there as I rode the foreskin up and down. Then back into my mouth, holding his tip there and swirling my tongue back and forth over it as I stroked him."Oh god,. As I walked around the car and inspected their work, I caught a glimpse of Rick checking me out. I was wearing short jean shorts, with a red halter top, and my favorite 4-inch sandal wedges. I decided I would play this to the hilt. As I bent over to look inside the car, I put my hand on my ass cheek and rubbed it provocatively. By this time, Sam was on the other side of the car looking in. I realized he could see a glimpse of my right breast’s nipple. I slowly adjusted my top, looking him. I had moved the thread well out of the way and now was able to reclaim my spread hand; Anna had two delightful breasts that needed attention and I had easy access to her sensitive neck.Anna relaxed in my arms as I petted her; a term probably more used by her grandparents than even her parents. It wasn't a relaxation that could last and soon she was squirming in my arms and turning to kiss me violently. She put a hand on top of my frigging fingers; separated by the soft cloth and another over my.