I ... had months of anticipation. And hours.”She blushed and averted her eyes. The downward glance took in the mound his cock made at the crotch of ...is jeans. The way the tip pressed against the beginnings of the left pants leg, the mound had the shape of it. She looked up with an upward curl of her lips. Her eyes glinted.“Are your parents home?” she asked. They had arrived at his house. Her sister drove the car they shared to Eddie’s where she would meet her later.“Still working, and my. She came with a high-pitched squeal as her pussy gushed onto my face and my hand. Bridget kept up her kisses and rubbed Elizabeth’s breasts, squeezing them firmly. I sat up and continued to softly stroke Elizabeth’s thighs, and gently rub her pussy lips. Bridget reached up and placed her hand next to mine, rubbing while I rubbed. I sat back and watched the action with a smile. Elizabeth reached out and rubbed Bridget’s pussy, inserting her middle finger in between her lips. Their moans grew. She kept her back to the truck as she moved to the rear where we were standing. Her eyes were wide open, looking the people up and down."Who are these people and why are they dressed like that. Is this a hippie commune or something?" She stammered, but her accent was south-east."A nun," I exclaimed."Yes, I picked her up just ten minutes ago, her car had broken down and I was taking her to the next service area. My name is Bill Thornton, but you can me Geordie if you want to." Well Bill, you are. Every day I used to watch her. Somehow I want to talk to her.Later she started to smile at me. One day I was waiting for her near the bus stop where there is lot of rush. Even if we talk to ladies no body is going to watch. She came and I started to talk to her and I asked about her husband and she said he went with another lady. She asked me why am I watching her every day. I said I like you. She smiled at me and I said I can help you in any way you want. She did not say any thing. I said you.
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