He presses his lips directly over that spot, and she moans loudly and grips the back of his head. Her body begins to heat up from his touch. She feels...her clit spring to life. Her wetness seeps onto his lap. He reaches around her body with his right hand and touches her sensitive vagina. She lets out another moan and pulls his head from her neck. She devours his mouth with wanton hunger. She moans pleasure onto his lips as he traces her slit with his index finger. Her hips begin to move against. You’d think she had no clothes to wear.Something I considered my ‘real’ job, I was bass player in a band with growing popularity. My dad, brother and I owned a truckstop, but other than pinching in when employees didn’t show up, I couldn’t work for my relatives. However, my share of the profits rolled in every month or otherwise, Marge would have broke me with her purchases. [This was also a big danger sign- she had no cares about spending money, whether we had it or not.] You know the old. She was wearing a tee-shirt, with the name of the diner on it, which revealed that she had little titties that fit well into a solid A-cup bra; just like I liked them! The thing though that caught my attention the most, was her legs. Revealed to just a little above her mid-thigh by the short waitress skirt, they were shapely with excellent tone, almost pale in comparison to the other girls, and looked as smooth, soft, and flawless as a baby's butt. The skirt and pink trimmed sneakers, along. ..I was lost in a dream-like world of musky pubes, smooth hot flesh and the feel and taste of a warm stiff penis as it slipped in and out, in and out. His deep grunt with every thrust, the scent of his lust and the nasty sound my lips made slurping his boner all combined to excite me, make me feel slutty, desperate to please and pleasure his horny organ. My own cock was getting hard, a discovery he made with a quick grope. "I knew it, you love it", he whispered close to my ear. "You love giving.