Lunch time came, and Stacy came to drive me home. It was around 2 PM since I had talked her into taking lunch last. We went to her car, a modest littl... Honda, and she started driving. I suggested that we pick something up for lunch on the way, and she agreed. We stopped by a grocery store and grabbed some food before hitting the road with the food in the back of the car.After a few minutes of driving in relative silence, only broken by my occasional direction to my house, I tried to start up a. I said, "I'll be done in a minute."She just stood there staring at me."What?" I asked.She just repeated, "Oh my God!" What!" I repeated. "Look, come in or go out. Don't just stand there with the door open."She nervously stepped inside and closed the door.After I had finished and was about to put it away, she said, "Wait! Can I touch it?" What?" I gasped. "My dick?" Yeah! Can I touch your dick?" You've never seen a dick before?" I asked."Not a big one like you got!"I have a big one? I had no. .on my skin?" She asked herself aloud, squeezing her breasts through her now transparent white shirt, giving the impression of a pair of large marshmallows as she squeezed and kneaded them, the residue seemingly spreading and dissolving her shirt in the process. All she knew as she kept massaging her cleavage is that she wanted more, and that her gear along with her garments, were in the way!In an effort to relieve her sexually alleviated self, she tore off the dissolving shirt with one go,. I was still making muffled sounds as my orgasm built. Remembering that I squirt, I said. "Jason, honey, you better take off your shirt or that tux will be ruined!"He stopped his massaging of my pussy and unbuttoned his shirt, then he removed his t-shirt, and now he too was completely naked.I kept rubbing my pussy as he stripped, and the sight of his magnificent muscled chest had me moving my fingers faster and faster. He then resumed his work on my cunt with new intensity.Working his fingers in.