She had initiated the loss of clothing, so I didn’t know what she had in mind. It seemed as though her eyes were searching me for an answer, but whe... all she saw was passion and confusion, determination washed over her. Her arm raised and she pushed me gently back down to the bench. There wasn’t a back on the bench so I had to hold on to right myself. She stood over me for a moment, waiting for me to be ready it seemed. When I righted myself, and looked back at her, she was slowly moving on top. Not only did he sink in the mud but also lost his balance all but went under the water. When he again got on his feet, sort of, he was covered in mud. When he grinned sheepishly, I burst out laughing which made him laugh. Anyway when we stopped laughing he tried to push while I worked the throttle. The tires just spun and kicked up mud and water. I decided I should get off and help push so I ginger got off on the right keeping my feet on the higher ground, knowing I was inches from a mud bath.. She made no objection as he reached around her to unfasten the belt of her skirt or as he unzipped it at the back to let it fall to the floor around her ankles. Gregg was breathing heavily, standing close up against her, feeling the swell of her buttocks beneath her panty hose as he ran his hands across her. He leant forward and hissed in her ear, "Open your blouse, bitch, and pull down your knickers." Yes, Sir," Sylvia muttered, obeying him readily but with rather mechanical movements.Gregg,. Linda finally made it clear what she wanted. At a stoplight she reached over and rubbed my cock through my pants. I explained to her that I could loose my job if the boss found out. She said she understood and we continued our drive in silence. Suddenly when we were close to her house she removed her dress. "I just want you to see what you are missing" she said. As she began fingering herself through the thong and pulling on her nipples. We finally arrived at her house. I pulled through the.