She’s looking down at me and her hands are touching her nipples. I cover my fingers in saliva and give her pussy a little rubdown first. Always a go...d idea.“Talk to me,” I say. “Tell me what feels good.”I bring my fingers back to my mouth and get accustomed. More saliva. Rub it along her lips. Thumb rubbing her clit. I adjust myself, taking one hand and brushing back her rusty bush. I dive in and give one solid lap from the bottom up, along her lips. She’s already very wet. She tastes both. She wished that he’d come and watch her as she did this. She would definitely do this for him she told herself. Again, her hands ran down her legs. As she brought them up, she pulled up her dress up above her waistline. Her legs were visible. She rubbed her thighs, gently, and all the way to her panties around her pussy. Her eyes were still closed. Out of nowhere, she reached and slid one of her arms out of the dress. The bra was noticeable. She looked at “him” and asked “Do you like my bra,. “Good morning Steve, it’s not the same as the MG is it?” It was Ryan.Taking off my jacket I threw it on the work bench, I then started to roll up my sleeve’s. “No sir this is no MG, but with your permission, I will give it my best.” Getting a spanner, I started to unbolt the terminals on the battery.Walking over to the car, Ryan leant towards the engine bay to see what I was doing. “That is what I like to hear from you. I better make myself useful and brew some coffee.”“No need to, the coffee. Then she did something that, I now realized, she had done before, but in public and with no explanation: she put her middle finger on the middle bone of my index finger and pressed firmly with a slight downward slide. I was reminded of a saying I had heard once in a song: nothing happens till it happens twice. I took that to be a theatrical insight, meaning that something could appear insignificant if it happens once. But when it happens again, you think, “Hang on, why is she doing that?”The.