In the bedroom, she slipped into her clothing, a bra, skirt, and blouse. Slipping on a pair of low heels she looked at herself in the mirror, adjusted...her collar. She did not look like someone embarking on a late night trip to do laundry. She recalled the days long ago when going to the laundry meant an opportunity to dress down and be a slob.She loaded up the car and headed out.At the office, he sat and looked at the phone for a few minutes as he contemplated their phone call. He had been. There was no way she did not feel my hard cock up against her. I put my hands on her hips and started to grind myself into her. She didn't object to this, so I kept holding her tight against me.It was to crowded that nobody paid attention to us. I was a bit nervous that somebody would see and react to our dirty dancing, but he were fully clothed so they could not say much.Then I felt her hand reach back and rub my cock. She definitely knew now. I felt her pull down my pants and expose my cock.. But there was no getting away from the ugliness. It didn’t help that the rest of the street wasn’t exactly picture postcard material, being comprised of ramshackle terraced houses, a row of disused garages and a second hand car lot. Understandable then, that the taxi driver appeared somewhat dubious about the prospect of dropping me off there. ‘Is this the right place?’ he asked with a frown. ‘You sure you meant Montague Street?’ I smiled grimly. ‘Yep.’ ‘Will you be okay here? Do you want me. She held her position for a while but with my pinching and squeezing her breasts and plying my fingers around and in her pussy she had to open her legs. While all this was happening she was stroking my cock getting it rock hard ready to ram into her tight, hot, wet and waiting pussy. As soon as those legs opened I pushed two fingers deep inside her making her scream softly so as not to attract the attention of the people walking by to look up and see us. I was still squeezing and fondling her.