I get out and close the passenger-side door, opening the back door and bending down in the back seat, about to pick up the backpack. Suddenly, I feel ...omething pressed against my skirt-clad ass. Glancing behind me, I'm extremely surprised to see Seth pushing his crotch against my butt, his hands on my hips."Are you gonna grab my bag, or what?" he asks, smirking. He pushes me into the backseat and I move up, sitting on the other side of the back. He gets in and closes the door, then looks at. Then on down to the good flare to my hips and my long, long legs. I had always been proud of my body and had looked after it from the moment it had arrived to now, at the tender age of nineteen. Lying beside me was my new husband, the first of many, I hope. He was ok I suppose a bit on the dull side but to make up for it he was filthy rich and still quite young at forty three. Last night he thought he had taken my virginity, he took my dry tight pussy for a virgin one, an easy mistake to make. I watched as she wriggled her fingers from side to side, knocking any drips off, then looked back up at me.“You like the full bush look” Susan asked somewhat mischievously “Never really seem one,” I answer Susan didn’t hesitate and shut her legs then slipped her lilac lacy knickers down to her knees. She then lifted one of her feet through her knickers before pulling then back up the leg; she still had them on and up to her stocking top. She parted her legs again and pulled her dress higher up. “It’s a bit chilly in here. May I have a blanket please?” And once again he quirks his dimpled smile, but this time more knowingly. Did he just wink at me? No, I must be seeing things. He was back promptly and unfolded the blanket for me. But instead of just handing it to me, he leaned in and draped it over me. I distinctly felt his hand brush against my hip and the outside of my leg as he proceeded to tuck me in. His head was so close to mine. If I had leaned in just a bit, our lips would have.