I've known drinks for taking away bad days, for mending broken hearts, and for celebrating a triumph. This was something else. This wasn't a drink wit... a silly saucy name that drunken women ordered and pretended to flirt with the bartender. This was the fuel that ran the jazz age, the house parties of Noel Coward plays. This was Promethean fire, a secret stolen from the Gods themselves.I caught the bartender watching my face intently. She could tell this was having an incredible effect on me,. ..and I love the feeling I get when he and others stare at me when I do.I reached over as he was driving and started playing with his penis like I do....in no time he got hard and I pulled his cock out. All the while we were driving by people most of who had no idea. Once I took his cock out and started to stroke it with my left hand I started to rub my breasts over my shirt and a guy in a van saw me and I immediately got more turned on and move my hand to my panties....he sped up to get away. The panty wank started to speed up, I began to lift my self off of the bed, forcing my self harder in to the panties."Are you OK down there?" Jayne asked.I tried to mumble "not too bad" but nothing anyone could understand came out.Suddenly my view under Jayne's panties changed as her hand lifted the skirt momentarily, she reached towards her pussy and pulled her panties aside, lifting her self slightly, she then lower her naked, wet and hot pussy down on to my lips. My tongue leaped towards her. After reaching down and lickingher left nipple, she brought her hands to my breasts and began tolightly pinch my nipples."Wouldn't it be great if I could make you come just by playing withthese," as she started to massage them. "Doesn't this feel great?" sheasked rhetorically. "Do you feel the pleasure from your nipplesshooting through your body? Does it get you wet like it makes me wet?"She lifted herself slightly from my pussy and reached down to touch it.More pleasure. Then she moved to.