He almost swallowed his tongue when she slid out from beneath the covers and saw that her bright green Big Bird T-shirt didn’t quite cover her ass. ...er panties were white with tiny little things printed on them. He couldn’t decide if it was little hearts or flowers. ‘Gabriel,’ she said impatiently. ‘God, baby,’ he croaked needing to grip his erection before he blew his load at the sight of her nipples poking against the thin jersey of her nightshirt. Her hair was finally loose and fell around. My waist was cinched by a black lace waspie which was very tight but very comfortable. Black seamed sheer stockings were fastened to the six garter straps with my shaved pussy on full display due to my choice of foregoing panties. My shoes were a stroppy black high heel with the heels having a silver steel pointed end. I looked ravishingly slutty and judging by hubby’s eyes popping and the indisputable bulge in his trousers, he seemed to be in full agreement.“You rang him?” Hubby enquired. But somehow in the tight quarters of the Chevy's front seat, she managed to throw one leg over both of mine and squeeze in front of the steering wheel to face me, straddling my thighs, grinding her pussy against my crotch, and pressing my face into her chest. No second thoughts, I guess. I could take a hint. I unbuttoned that one button, spread the coat wide, and went to work on those tits. I was careful at first, thinking her nipples might be so swollen that they were uncomfortable, so I. My lips worked their way from her neck up to her lips and she returned the kiss, pushing her tongue into my mouth. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time,” she said. I ran my hands through her hair as our tongues continued to dance in each other’s mouths. She kissed my lips then broke away to kiss my ear. That’s when she whispered something to me that almost made me cum in my pants.“I want you to use me in every way you ever dreamed of. I want to be your little whore.” With no further.