He rubbed the area all around her pussy and just above her clit but was careful not to touch it just yet he wanted to prolong the anticipation as long...as possible. He moved his hands back up toward her breasts, as he did so the shirt feel away from her and he moved up and removed the towel from her breasts. He started to massage them and feel them in his hands. She wasn’t very big maybe a B cup but that was okay with him because they fit perfectly in his hands. He continued to rub her and began. He sat beside her, leaning against the side of the van until he got hard again. He climbed back on top of her, immediately thrusting hard back into her again, over and over until he came again. There was something missing, something wrong.After he came in her for the third time he stopped in frustration, dressed and then drove on for a few hours. When he found a rest stop with some other cars he pulled over went in the back and undressed again. He lay down beside her and napped. After a few. . YO!There were no weekend highlights ... just a few impromptu minutes with Barb at the fence. She asked me if I wanted "more of Sung" ... before I could answer, she said "because we've been talking very close, and a lot during our classes, and she's mentioned our afternoon together more than once" ... I reacted with a favorable look that was intended to give Barb the go-ahead for another adventure, if possible. She shared that she was aiming for next Saturday, with both of us giving our lame,. ‘Do what?’ He said innocently. ‘I’m just.... I... I can’t just leave you like this. It’s my duty... a pretty woman in need of satisfaction... It’s my duty to please you.’ He was stuttering and blushing, his fingers pressing into my boob.. ‘If you want to please me, you have to stop groping me.’ I said. ‘Yeah...’ He was nodding frantically, he didn’t seem like a any boss at all, there was no dignity in his voice. He didn’t exude leadership, there was just this boyish insecurity, as if.