Jimmy laughed. ‘Me and Bruno, we’ve got us a serious fuckin’ itch, and you two chicks are gonna scratch it for us…or else,’ he said. He smil...d, showing a mouth that held several rotten teeth. ‘You bitches got no choice. Only thing you can pick is whether you come across easy, or whether we take what we want.’ Joanne was stunned. This was something she’d never in her wildest dreams ever believed would happen to her. Now what? Greg was on his way, but wouldn’t be there for a while, and these two. If Tara was willing to do that, I wouldn't object at all, but that was going to be between mother and daughter.Deanna started to wiggle slightly to see if she was ready for more movement and I could see the small wince as the torn skin caused her discomfort, but she tried her best to hide any adverse reaction knowing that it would inhibit my continuation. "Please push in a little more and stop," she said quietly. "I think if we just do it a little at a time it will work better, let me adjust to. She walked slowly towards us, head down, one foot directly in front of the other. That made her hips sway and her tits jiggle.When she set them down, Morgan spoke softly to her. “Jen, honey. Don’t be shy, you’re pretty.”Her face burned a deep red blush, even going down her neck to the top of her chest. Her nipples looked hard as little rocks. My eyes met hers, soft pools of hazel, and some flecks of gold. She fought to hold my gaze, her eyes darting away but then returning. She rested her hands. We then came to a congested section of the motorway where all the vehicles had to slow down Jean suggested I move over to the inside lane and once we were crawling along she pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist and pushed her knickers down around her ankles so that I could glance at her without having to focus too much on the road. She said it was a shame I could not put my hand between her legs. She slowly moved her hand up and down between her thighs and asked me if I would like to.