"It's OK, Maidchen. You've always been a good friend. If my body can make you happy, you can be possessive. No one else wants to, anyway." Oh, I think...your mother is dying to," Maidchen countered."Mom?!" Definitely. A woman can tell. She is doing her damnedest to squash a serious case of the hots for her studly son."The tender atmosphere had been broken. What took its place, though, was a mix of lust and fun. "Looking and fondling are not necessarily the most wonderful things about this. Then fingers touched the insides of my thighs. My arousal from early had given way to trepidation, but when these fingertips fluttered teasingly along my legs and came closer and closer to my exposed pussy, they came back with force. More hands started to caress my breasts, and a soft moan escaped my lips. Someone stroked my tummy. The fingers on my thighs withdrew, but others took their place. They stroked and brushed, pinched and teased, and my skin tingled all over with heated excitement.. You ask, 'Who is there'?Silence!Then you feel him against you, his penis is out and rubbing your exposed ass. Sliding up and down along the taut smooth skin, it feels warm and hard, an exciting feeling, that's why you dont call out, he is pulling your panties free from your crotch and pulling the tight material over your right cheek, exposing your swollen cunt, soon his cock is opening your moist lips as his knob is moistened by your secretions, you're not helping yourself as you are swelling,. What do I do? She scrambled for her phone in her handbag, dropping all her store bags with her precious booty from a days shopping all over the footpath. She quickly Googled the local police station’s number. She madly dialled the number. All she got was an automated queue. She impatiently waited, her beloved car long out of sight. Eventually there was a voice on the end of the line. ‘Oakleigh police.’ recited a very bored voice, ‘Someone’s stealing my car!’ ‘Where are you located?’ This was.