She looked at me a little weird but said nothing of it. Slowly I began running my fingers through my wet bush but making sure not to move my arm, just...teasing my pussy. Eventually I stood up and grabbing my panties began pulling them up above my sweats, they were white and no doubt the wetness would have probably been quite visible had I pulled my pants a bit lower but I stopped myself short of doing that and instead pulled my undies up a few inches and let my fingers run against the soft. I got lost in the moment, feeling myself and watching those magnificent boobs. I could see her nipples pointing through the fabric.Suddenly I realize she is staring at me. Leaning backwards and biting the pen she has in her hand. I put my hands in my pockets and stare at the floor."You naughty boy", she says. "You're not doing your job. Just running around with your dick all hard and wanking off all day. I should fire you on the spot, you filthy wanker"."But, I haven't" I replied. "Just got. Jim sat on the park bench, looking out across the playing fields. Two groups from the nearby high school were engaged in sports activities; the boys were covered in mud as they dived and tackled in a competitive game of football while on the adjacent pitch, a group of teenage girls played hockey. He watched them race around, thinking that Amanda should be with them rather than in whatever dire situation she was. She was probably scared, desperate for her mum and dad, and wondering when her. Well, fuck me! You seem to be packing some size in those jeans.Continuing around each corner, one hand grabs your belly, while my other squeezes your package. Wow! And then with each twist and turn around the roads, the swaying has my pussy lips and clit rubbing against the lace of my knickers.We’re coming to the top of the hill and you pull into an empty car park moving down the far end. I catch one glace at the view over the valley and whisper beside your head, “Wow”. But you turn towards me.