“What’s so funny?” “Oh, nothing really,” I assured him. I sure wasn’t about to admit what I was thinking. "Is he really that innocent?...�� I wondered, “Let’s put it to a test." Placing both hands on my waist, I carefully slid them around until they were over the front of my tight jeans. Pretending to fumble for a moment with the button, I finally managed to get it undone. With my left hand I held my jeans together and with my right hand I took the tiny handle of the zipper between my thumb. It seemed to him that the nibbling, hair-lined pussy was suddenly endeavoring with a separate lust of its own to extract his tongue by the roots and devour it entirely. Her heels began to involuntarily push down against his back, pressing his obese body into the soft, quivering flesh trap between her wide-spread, uptilted legs. His nose was tight against her trembling clitoris and with every inhalation he sensed the poignant aromas of her ever increasing lustful, lubricious state. Christ! Its. Then he placed my top, purse (containing my panties), my jacket (which had remained draped over his arm the entire time) and my bra into the trunk and closed it with a loud thump.We heard an engine and then saw the lights as a car came down the ramp from one of the floors above. He pushed me back towards the front of my car, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. I had my arms around his neck and kissed him back with everything I had.The car passed. Slowing as it did. The horn sounded but. However, he seemed to know without saying a word. He gently placed his hand on my shoulder lightly circled the flat end of the spatula as if it were a feather on the meaty part of my ass cheeks until he pulled it away. SMACK! SMACK! “Seven! Eight!” Those smacks stung. I could feel the heat rising from my skin, but after the initial stings, I felt like I wanted to cum. I wanted to be prodded with a moistened, tickling finger deep inside between my legs. I took one long breath in and barely let.