Her juices began flowing almost instantly. Her nails dug into my shoulder as her other hand wildly tugged at my belt. "Holy fucking shit!" Her body s...aking, convulsing as I slipped my fingers into her dripping slit. She managed to maintain enough control to yank my hardened cock free from my jeans. Leaning her lithe body back across the kitchen worktop, she grabbed the chopped chilli, squeezing it to a pulp in her hand; the skin and seeds slipping between her fingers. She grabbed my cock. My penis was totally hard and it was hurting me. It so wanted to come out of my trousers. I had not worn underwear, so a huge tent was created in my pants. Finally we found a place and we went it. I had to adjust my pants to bit before exiting the car so as to not be obvious. We got 2 ice creams and we went back to the car. Suddenly right there Rachael placed her cone in the cup holder and leaned down towards me. She unzipped my pants and my cock sprang out of it.She held my cock with soft. "Comfy?" he asked."Yes, I'm quite comfortable, thank you Sir," she answered with a complete sentence including honorific as he had taught her to do. She remained sitting and completely exposed, as he had not given her instructions to cover herself. He smiled to himself with satisfaction at the success of her training so far.He slipped his hand in his pocket so naturally that she barely noticed it, and she certainly made no connection between that action and the next extremely surprising. " She paused, her rejoinder suddenly no longer that important. His "finish you off" signaled a different intention. Who does he think he is?"How about I lick you clean to get you ready?"She now knew what he was after. The cocky little bastard!Quickly, "Oh no, Zak boy, we're not doing that. I'm not on the pill. Leave me alone, asshole," an elbow to his ribs to detour his roving.He moved his reach toward her crotch and she grabbed his wrist, leaving a single hand to preserve the sheet."You knew.