That felt SO wrong!And then, he lifted my skirt, and held it up with the hand that had twofingers inside my dress.He stood there and looked at my crot...h a little more. Then, with his freehand, he started slowly feeling my upper thighs once more. And then hestarted tracing the outline, the elastic of my panties - first of thewaistband, and then of the legs. Then he stopped. He hesitated. I hopedthat he understood that I never really permitted touching it, that I hadn'twritten those instructions,. My head is swimming, but I could have sworn your mouth just opened a little wider. I move my cock closer. I think I might have touched your lips.I reach down and press a finger gently against your shorts, right against your pussy. It's warm and I think a little moist. You moan a little and exhale warm breath on my cock and I cum fast and hard, barely pulling my cock back in time to keep from cumming on you. I aim up and manage to cum all over my stomach and chest. I'm panting way too loud, my. She had looked up at the stars, and edged herself, twisting her tits, and fingering her cunt and clit for almost an hour before her climax finally overwhelmed her. She remembered that night fondly and never told anyone about it.And the air promised something exciting again right now, calling to her. The sunlight, the gentle breeze blowing through the open window, and the perfect temperature, all kept calling for her to do something wicked, something wonderful. Something she would remember with. Or should he hold on until he was north of the tourist traps?The sun bounced off harsh afternoon glare into his eyes. Oren wasprepared for it, he knew the coast run north well. Dark glacier glasses,and he had long ago lost interest in sightseeing along the way. Traffichad slowed. Hundreds of feet in the air, a two lane highway over theocean, Oren tried to pay attention.Oren didn't notice the car behind him. Sometimes close. Sometimes farback. Shiny and cared for. Old, maybe a '61 or a '62.