It was pitch black outside and nobody could find us as it wasn’t a lay-by like I had thought, he pulled up an old track where nobody would interrupt...us. Jake leaned over and kissed me fumbling with my skirt trying to get his fingers into my pussy which I didn’t object. I put my feet back on the dash making sure they wouldn’t leave a mark and before I knew it I felt two cold fingers slide into my pussy. I was in ecstasy. I couldn’t help but let out a moan with each squelch of my pussy all the. Amy can now easily see your hand and at the same time I am now shielded from the rest of the people at the counter. We exchange greetings with the new couple if you could call it that. There hello was curt and very disingenuous. They are older, perhaps mid to late fifties, and very conservatively dressed. First impressions would put them in the prude and rude segment of society. We turn our attention back to our wine and your hand resumes stroking me. Amy, meanwhile, finishes pouring our. So I was excited at the end of term when a chauffeur turned up at theschool in a Bentley to take me home to Mum. I was surprised, however,on getting to Mum's house to find that Mum was wearing a something thatI thought was called a hijab but which is in fact called a chador andwhich covered all of her body except her face which was smiling warmlyat me but also at the same time looking at me with pity."Thank you Abdul, that was very kind of you," my Mum said to the driver.When Abdul had gone I. One hour, and an expensive taxi ride later, we were at her place. Her k** was at her parents house, so obviously she was planning this, probably some kind of revenge, and I was the only guy she knew at that pub. So, I got lucky.I pulled my pants down and sat on her sofa. She got all of her clothes off, except of her bra and panties. And she was wearing one of those, slip boxer like panties. God, that ass was epic. Big, firm and round.She started stroking me, while looking at my cock, while I.