He settled against her, his entire body relaxing at the touch of her hand sliding over his shoulders and chest. ‘This is what I need.’ He reached ...p and caught her hand, pressing his lips into her palm. She cupped his chin gently, then moved her hand into his shirt, rubbing his chest and he sighed yet again, closing his eyes and sipping the liqueur. Everything was so perfect. Dinner, the fire, her touch. They sat silently for a long while, enjoying the atmosphere and each other’s company and. His erection was raging now, harder than it had ever been and he couldn't hold on for another second. He was sat down between her legs and leaned forward, blatantly pressing his cock against her ass throughout their shorts as he reached under her and began to grope her chest. His mouth and teeth found her neck and sunk in hard. She squeezed her eyes shut and moaned hard with her mouth closed. "Finally! I thought I you'd never get the hint!" She said with her hand over her mic and began to grind. We were quiet for a few minutes, but the thoughts of Mandy and that Dallas visit, combined with today's events, had me squirming in my seat.As we crossed the state of Arkansas, we talked about our college years, how Jen and Mike met, some of my favorite places in San Francisco, and other idle chit-chat. I think we were both too nervous to discuss anything that was the least bit sexual or "flirty." And, my hands stayed completely on my side of the car.A couple of times, Jen would let her right. Why should I do a threesome with you and my brother? No way. You really did i****t. No, not your brother. He’s like really old isn’t he? Well, thirty-nine is old to me, my father is that old for Pete’s sake.”“Okay I will consider it. But you will have to get me drunk first and then dare me to fuck him.”“I know, a fuck is just a fuck.”Heather came out of her room unexpectedly and saw me standing there. She asked, “How long have you been standing there you little pervert?”I replied, “Long.