I was somewhat taken aback. Shouldn't she be cold, shivering, eager to get out of the rain. Rather than shaking, clutching or rubbing her hands to kee... warm, she seemed mainly to thrust dripping wet chest out towards me."Ehrr ... I'm headed to St. Louis..." Sounds great!" She smiled with ebullient energy.If mystery woman appreciated the fact that the heat in my economy sedan was turned up all the way, then she didn't seem to show it. She also didn't seem to appreciate the fact that her sopping. Phir maina poocha didi toon akal main kasa sex kartee hai, to boli agar nahar rahi hoain or taree yaad a jaa to phudee main finger dal kar 2,3 khoob hilatee hoain or boobs ko zor zor sa dubatee hoain or sochtee hoain tara sath kab moqa mila ga.Or deb par?Hain sara kapra utar kar takya ko phudee ka upar rakh kar khoob masaltee hoain pehla or phir bed par ultee latee jatee hoain or apni phudee ko bed ka foam ka sath khoob ragartee hoain jab sparm nikalna laga to finger be dal latee hoain or phur. I reminded her that he couldn't see a thing and that made her relax a bit more. "I'll get things started" I whispered to her and I told him to move his hand across the floor till he could feel her feet.As he touched her feet I could feel her tense up a little, so I pressed myself tight against her back, lifted her arms and put her hands on the back of my neck.I kissed her neck just under her and gently ran my fingers from the top of her thighs up the sides of her body, cupping and rubbing her. Tilted on one side of her head she had a small cap of gold-colored silk, embroidered with pearls; while on the other a purple rose mingled its glowing colors with the luxuriant masses of her hair, of which the blackness was so intense that it was tinged with blue. The extreme beauty of the countenance, that shone forth in loveliness that mocked the vain attempts of dress to augment it, was peculiarly and purely Grecian; there were the large, dark, melting eyes, the finely formed nose, the coral.