However, I decided that I should ease myself into those most feminine of undergarments slowly, so I left her two g-strings for another day. One thing ... love about Laura is that she has lots of thongs - and it had just been washing day so they were all piled (rather haphazardly) into her knicker drawer. I raided it quickly, picking out the floral sheer pair, the new lacy pink pair, and a plain white thong that I had long harboured naughty desires for. After a longing gaze at her sexy g-strings. There was an odd humming coming from nowhere. It almost seemed that It was coming from above the car but looking up through the sunroof I couldn’t see a thing. Maybe it was just the desert and stress getting to me. Each mile this humming seems to be getting louder and louder. I can tell at this point that it is coming from above the car. It is tempting to pull over and check, but I don’t want to delay our drive or wake Kristen up. As the miles pass though I start to become more comfortable with. While this is one of the few days you'll see me clothed, I expect you to respect my decision to go nude by not harassing me with your stares. Never assume that because someone is nude that they want your attention or that it's any more acceptable to invade their personal space."Your time here is a privilege that will be revoked if you show a lack of respect."The silence was deafening, but Steve's words seemed to resonate and his implicit trust was empowering."Most importantly your parents sent. A musky aroma drifted from her body. As my tongue began to lick her labia, tremors were rolling through Bonnie's body. My tongue flicking her clit was having the desired effect. Her cunt just gushed with wetness as she was enjoying every moment. Bonnie said, "Enough, it is time to get down to action and I want it doggie style." No problem, I got behind her and slowly entered her hot, wet, pussy. The ease that I slid into her love tunnel was amazing. Bonnie let out a soothing sigh as we began.