Resisting the urge to rub it harder, she keeps going until her middle finger slides through her pussy lips, and the tip finally rests right against he... entrance.Although his eyes are riveted to her hand and unblinking, she still asks, "Are you watching?"His voice cracks as he tries to answer and has to clear his throat to try again. "God, yes." His voice is hoarse, and he's breathing very fast. She slides that middle finger slowly inside her pussy. His eyes are wide, watching it disappear. As we headed back Molly Sue made sure to lean way over to give me a good view. She even stood up and peddled for a while letting me see her ass cheeks bounce from side to side. She gave me the best possible view of her ass crack, her brown puckered asshole, and of her lightly fur covered pussy from behind.I knew that she was doing all of that for my benefit so I reached out and ran a finger down her butt crack stopping at her asshole. Molly Sue didn’t flinch at all. So I continued down until I. " You see you have me a bit flustered and I add "Well, it would be sure fun trying." After a minute, "Isn't this a 3-day weekend? Why don't we try?" I playfully ask. With a wicked smile, you propose, "Here's a good idea, why don't we have a little contest since you like them so much. Let's say your job is to please me how I want this 3-day weekend, however and whenever I want, but you're not allowed release until after midnight Sunday." I feel you wiggle a little more in my lap and smile as you. Robert always made this assessment and usuallyended up dating tall women who wore a size 12 dress and a 36B bra, withsmall hips. He would steal a pair of panties here a bra there and maybesome nylon stockings. Robert would occasionally buy a dress or blouseand pretend it was a gift for a girlfriend but pretty much his stash ofwomen's clothes came from his girlfriends. The real bonanza came when agirlfriend wanted to donate a bunch of her old clothes to the SalvationArmy. Of course Robert.