She slid the hand inside and began to stroke her right breast through the material of her bra. I imagined the feel of her through the bra, the gentle ...liding of cloth over skin, the small swelling as her nipple hardened. I imagined the feel of her through her panties, the faint unevenness of her pubic hair, the delicate plumpness of her mound, the tiniest suggestion of moisture beginning to seep through from her delicious cleft. By now we were both almost panting. The fact that we might be. His door squeaked the old car squeak too.His head disappeared into the trunk. "What am I getting?" Tool roll and ground sheet will do for now," Dean called back, his head still under the hood of the Mustang.Callie was torn between putting these guys out in their own travel plans, and wanting to get on with her own.After a short discussion it was agreed that Dean would stay with her, getting that old hose off, ready for the new one and Sam would drive into town to get the parts. Callie didn't. I could feel the cock swelling and knew I would be getting my reward soon. The hands tightened their hold on my hips and the cock went deep and then I felt that throbbing and pulsing that happens when Victor fills my pussy…I started my own orgasm with this. It was so intense…The hard cock finished its mission and was pulled from my cunt. I felt some warm sperm running between my thighs.I reached down and pulled my thong up. I then around expecting to see hubby’s smiling and relaxed face.Victor. Richards offered her a glass of wine or that Cindy spilled some wine on his shorts and quickly tried to blot the stain? Her hands grazed against his thighs. That physical contact had stirred something in his pants and they both felt it.Going along with the moment, Mr. Richards undid his shorts and Cindy got an eyeful of his massive semi-hard penis. Mr. Richards reached over and took Cindy's wrist and brought it closer. Cindy wrapped her hands around his shaft and squeezed. Cindy got a little.