I wanted to open my window or my door to get a better look or to touch him but I was still too scared. For some reason I just didn’t want the situat...on to end. I could have watched him stroking his cock for hours. Vaguely I became aware there were other people outside my car but I just watched the one guy rubbing his cock. I guess he thought that I would never unlock my doors so he clearly just wanted to cum. His actions told me he was about to cum. I got close to my window and he held his cock. Once more leaving her breasts cum-coated, and glistening in the early moon-light."Tell Bobby when you see him, that if he still wants to have his cock sucked, or jacked ... he can call me. Provided he's willing to accept things the way they are," she added. "I'm enjoying this, and have no intention of stopping or going back now. So make sure you tell him that when you see him next, if he's even still interested."Larry seemed shocked, somewhat surprised to hear her tell him that, but he nodded. She held up the tiny costume (which resembled a crocheted thong and halter connected only by a thin strip of material in front and back). She noted where she would need to make alterations, tried it on and caught sight of herself in the large dresser mirror. Gwen almost gasped to see how little the outfit hid. She wondered if she could actually go through with this. She was no prude but her breasts would be visible from the sides, and such cleavage, while her hips would be in full view as the. I slowly turned to face her. I was standing maybe a foot from her right side. She slowly moved to face me. Her huge breast sagged under her green tube top. Her deep cleavage hung wide open. I could see her big fat nipples ready to fall out the top. Her hands were on her sides. I could see her bright red finger nails scratch down her tight white leggings. I looked down to see her toes curl up. She was breathing heavy again. Just like on the love seat.“How do I start the washer? Can you show me?”.