All I could do was play my cards close to the vest."Really, Bridget?" I said, working hard to feign calm. "No kidding. Seems like you're kinda' worked...up about it."I've seen Bridget playful, and contemplative, and sad even. But I didn't recognize this behavior. She continued, and it didn't clarify things for me at all."Are you O.K. with me telling you about this?" she asked. "I mean, if it's like, not appropriate or something, I'll totally understand."I thought that, for one thing, she wasn't. I knew if he loved me, as he's just said he did, I had nothing to fear. Bobby wanted me to touch his cock but I was reluctant to do so with my bare hands so I reached into my purse and retrieved my recently removed panties. I then used my panties to feel Bobby's hard penis. I slid them up and down his considerable length as he gasped and moaned there in the front seat. "Let me see your pussy Nancy, please?" Bobby begged. I just couldn't open my legs like a little whore for him so I. She probably was impressed and moved by the infatuation that I showed in my words and in my face. Probably the young teenager inside me and the previous original decent character inside her toned down that ferocity and revengeful hatred that she thought of venting out on me. She suddenly lifted her nightgown and pushed her head against her crotch.I got the smell of fresh urine. My mouth was in a dark hairy bush. She walked like that with my head in her gown, to the sofa and spread. I had a. She had a bush of neatly trimmed black hair the same color as that on her head, with not a gray hair nestled in either.Her pussy lips were already puffy with arousal, so I was treated to the sight of them forcing their way into view. She was standing with her legs slightly separated, so it was possible to catch a glimpse of her clit hood as it poked just a little from between her lips.With a slight frown of impatience, she began to remove my clothes, but she got tangled in the gun harness that.