I had an immediate reaction, but I was standing in public view, and even though there was no public I didn't touch myself.I've learned as I've gotten ...lder this early part of the sex ritual gets shorter and shorter, to the point where once you're married you're not allowed to make out or do much of anything but stick your dick where the sun don't shine. It's a rule, I think.But 17-year olds are more eager and yet perversely take more time in petting and foreplay, and I eagerly drank the scene. In the short two months they’d been together, Brian had learned he could bring Sara to orgasm just by talking. Sara explained that she was nearing Wilmington and traffic was slowing down because of construction or an accident. Brian had noticed truckers eyeing her wide-spread, tanned, long legs when he ridden with her. Knowing she was cruising on one of the heaviest truck traffic roads in America, in her short jean skirt, and panty-less, was all he needed to start talking dirty to her. “Not now. ” Mrs. C couldn’t hold it back any longer and laughed as he slipped his fingers up to our pussies. I open my legs eagerly, of course. “Speaking of which …” I thought, speaking of which? “Have you talked to her?” Talked to me about what?Mrs. C glanced at me before responding, “No, of course not, we agreed to do that together.”“What’s going on you two?” He told me to be patient and assured me it was good. We had reservations for dinner.I had just showered and drying my hair in the foggy. “It is a lousy morning,” Jane said.“Why do you say that?” Jack asked.“I’m tied up, I’m naked with a pervert in the room with me, I’ve got sores developing on my back, the diaper chafes, and I haven’t been able to get a good night’s sleep,” Jane answered.“Look on the bright side: You’re still alive,” Jack said with a smile.“Thank God for small favors,” Jane replied.Jack didn’t respond. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pinched her nipple to remind her of their relative positions in this.