He shut off the motor and sat behind the wheel for a minute thinking. ‘I’ve got to understand this better. I’ve got to understand Hildy better.�...� He’d made a date with Hildy for Saturday. Maybe he would find out more then—if Hildy didn’t call it off. **************** The next morning was Thursday and Jim drew an easy job for the day. Frank Paternico’s helper had the day off and Jim was assigned to take his place. Frank drove a dump truck for the Gas Line Department. He delivered loads of. I was getting desperate. I decided I needed the loo and left you both chatting and laughing. On return I noticed how quite things had gone and upon entering the room I was faced with you and M engaged in a slow deep passionate kiss with M’s hand pressed hard on your boob squeezing it through the material of your dress and you with your hand right up Ms dress rubbing her pussy through her panties. I was paralysed, stood with my eyes wide, instant hard on wanting to dive straight in. However I. All her efforts provided no feedback, as her child slept, only providing token attempts at suckling. Using her peripheral vision, Lauren could tell the man beside her was peeking at her, attempting to catch a glimpse of her breasts. Perhaps he was curious about the feeding, or perhaps he was just a pervert wanting to see her tits, she thought to herself. Lauren was in a mood to tease as she turned quickly to catch the man looking at her chest. His natural reaction of course was to spin his head. “Fuck…I’m soaked, Gil,” she moans. “How close are you to cumming?” I ask. “Ohhhhhhhhh…Gil, if you ordered me to cum right now, my pussy would explode,” she pants. I tug her hair again. She gasps out loud. “Don’t cum, M. I will tell you when you may cum,” I say to her. My words set her off. Her eyes widen and glaze over. M squeezes her legs together and her fingers dig deep into her thighs. Her body stiffens, she stops breathing, and her face and the top of her chest turn a bright red. She.