Tommy, a freshman then, worshipped her from afar and never dreamed he’d get close to her. Certainly not as close as he was right then. Donna had a s...im, athletic body and long straight blonde hair that reached almost to her hips. She was wearing perfume and the scent filled Tommy’s nose. He felt turmoil begin in his groin. She turned and smiled at him. ‘Hi, Tom.’ Her voice was silky, soft and husky. ‘Ah…hi, Donna,’ Tommy replied. He couldn’t believe it! She’d always seemed so unattainable!. From her pussy dripped her juice and ran into her buttocks. With the index finger I pursued slowly the trickle from her labia to the bottom pulled. She became more and more wet. My index finger slipped through her pores to her rosette. She shone pink and was wet from her juice. I penetrated very slowly, rhythmically - in unison with my tongue at her clitoris - always only a short piece in and out. "Ohh my God, Andrew - what are you doing to me?" A vibration went through your body. My finger. I looked to the front of the car to see if the adults were aware of the scene developing behind them, but they seemed to be blissfully unaware. Colin was still passed the fuck out, and George was listening to some podcast on college baseball. I tried focusing on that to keep my mind off of Skye and the G-string thong that I had just noticed creeping out from the top of her skirt. Apparently some pitcher had just thrown a perfect game and was now projected to be a first-round pick. I think they. The celebration of finding out that what you'd fantasized about had just turned out to be true.Just to be sure, I gave her a little wiggle, trying to roll her clit in a circle.I got another of those groans.Then she whined and said "Oh I love you so much!"And then, like a sixteen-year-old boy with his first girl, I lost it and blasted her pussy full of my not-so-manly spend.There are men in the world who don't really care about the woman's pleasure during sex. For them, the purpose of sex is so.