"Oh God, I fucking love it... you're really going to do this, aren't you?" I winked and pulled up to the speaker. She ordered a couple combos for u..., sounding for all the world like a sweet innocent southern belle. Cars drove past us, circling the building, and one woman looked over at us, then drove around again and slowed down. She gave us a thumbs up and blew a kiss, then drove off into the night. We pulled up to the first window, where a young teenage boy nearly chocked when he saw. The dame had barely said a word in our company, preferring to remain aloof, and we had assumed that her haughty mien showed that she thought herself of a higher station than such humble folk as the rest. Indeed I had pondered how she could ever be persuaded if the lot fell to her one evening, expecting her to demur. So it was decided and as we travelled the twenty miles along the high road from Bawtry, apart from the general banter, for we were becoming quite a jolly party, there had been much. His raging anger had finally mastered his embarrassed self-reproach, and her spiteful sarcastic taunts echoed in his mind as the pictures burned, the glossy sheen curling and distorting the naked forms. As flames engulfed the mass of photographs, he pulled one away from the burning heap.With unseeing eyes, he stared at the half-burned snapshot, the two naked figures on it barely recognizable. Shame and indignation boiled over together in the cauldron of his emotions, and with a growl, he threw. I stifle a moan as pleasure fills my body. My free hand finds its way between my legs and lightly brushes my tingling pussy. My fingers spreads my labia and touches my cliterous, making my breath hitch in anticipation for the overwhelming pleasure. Slowly, my finger reaches into my wet hole and dips a teasing finger inside to lubricate it before returning to my cliterous. Little circles are drawn around and around. My body spasms, my moans stifled, and my legs shakes. Pleasure takes over as.