Bolder, he reached across, careful not to let anyone see, but the danger adding to the spice and gently rubbed the underside of her breast thru her to... before slipping his fingers underneath and teasing the rosy nipple to erection. Sally was enjoying this, the danger of the moment and the sexual attention, she hoped he would continue, then she gasped as he replaced his fingers with his mouth , his tongue swirling round her breasts, pinching the nipple and pressing the breast, firmly,. He was of Polish origin, Karol Wojtyla, an itinerant worker who turned up one day and wooed mother. She was bewitched with his dark good looks and roguish ways. I heard years later that he had drifted to Italy and was living in Rome, but I never had any confirmation of this.I was named Karol after my father and was brought up by my mother's sister Winifred and her husband Charles Parsons whose name I took. Aunt Winnie and Uncle Charles were a devoted couple though sadly childless due to Uncle. Slipping my hand from under his I felt my first hard-on. My moan was replaced with a noise no human could hear. Instinctively I tried to wrap my hand around this man flesh. With his jeans on it was impossible but Colin had a solution. He maneuvered my hand to his zipper. I knew what he wanted. Being eighteen and kissed for the first time, the wetness between my legs increased getting me more turned on then ever. I knew what I was going to do. Shelia had told me about jerking off guys to keep. Jess (my date) puled his soapy cum covered hand off my worthless clitlet and put it a few inches from my face. I pulled it to me and licked it clean giving the on-lookers a thrill. One of the guys looking in the drivers window was jerking off standing there "HERE SLUT OPEN YOUR MOUTH TAKE THIS" he yelled as he let his cum flow. We laughed Jess said "you should be so lucky to get a blow job from her she is the best as you can see".One guy reached in he window and I slapped his hand away. I.