Her pussy is wet and hot, a finger brushed along her clit brings a ever so low moan. but a finger is not what her pussy screams for. i remove my shirt...and toss it aside, doing the same for the pants. standing their naked for the world to see and still in just enough light to be seen if a person was to look our way as driving past i take the thing her body screams for, lusts for, needs.the first stroke enters in a quick motion her pussy stretching to fit the thicker then average piece of meat.. ... thirty minutes on the dot! Perfect timing!Chapter 3.Emily looked up at me in sudden panic. But I smiled reassuringly down at her, as she gulped down every drop of my cum and then I realized, some of my pee, that I couldn’t stop dribbling out! I do that sometimes, but Emily didn’t seem to mind, and I squirted a little more pee into her mouth as she held me to her, swallowing my juices noisily, her eyes glowing up at me. Cathy murmured: "Hey you guys, be quiet in here!" then she looked us. My eyes travel down between your breasts, looking at your exposed cleavage, straining to see your nipples through your shirt. Then down your belly to your hips, then sliding down your legs to where I can see your bare calf and ankles and your sexy high heels. I lick my lips, look you in the eyes again and tell you that you are Gorgeous! You smile and tell me that you are glad I noticed, and then you gaze over my body and linger on my crotch as you see my pants tented due to the hardon that you. "Take off your dress," he whispered hoarsely, unable to stand it any longer. He guided her backwards to a chair that she could barely make out in the dimness of a tiny night-light from the bathroom. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness now and she could distinguish the forms of the furniture easier now.Jessica's hands trembled as she reached behind her and slid the zipper silently down from her neck to the cleft of her buttocks. She lifted the dress over her head and dropped it softly back.