As you kiss me, my tongue caresses yours, letting you feel how much I want you, as my hands run up and down your back. I press up really close to you,...raising my skirt up and exposing my thighs, so that I’m grinding against your obvious arousal. I can feel my slit getting wetter as your hands start to travel up my thighs, checking for that moisture. You start to rub me outside of my barely-there panties, groping my inner thighs at the same time… I shudder with pleasure, and drop my hands down. 'No. Let's have some sloppy, squelchy, squishy sex and then maybe a reverse snowball.' 'That's one of my fantasies we haven't picked yet,' I protested. 'Then we'll pick again when it comes up,' she said, her fingers beginning to provoke a reaction from me. While we kissed, she continued to tease me hard again. For my part, I used two fingers to bring her off and then she grabbed my hand to lick my fingers clean. . DON’T start without me, please. Love ya both.” I smiled and sent her some Xs and Os in response, then handed the phone back to Troy and continued the job I’d started on my pussy with my right hand. I’d fantasized about doing this every time I’d been in a car with this man now, and dammit, Susan was going to get off next to him in a moving vehicle! I wasn’t sure what Troy’s reaction would be. The best-case scenario was, of course, that he’d get so hard that he’d pull over and replace the fingers. You were impaled on two cocks. We were aroused but wanted to wait for this evening. I asked you what you were expecting this evening. You said, "If I could, I'd fuck them all." I smiled and said, "Well, that would be a lot of fucking." We walked to the yacht club. You were wearing denim short shorts with threadbare cutouts on your ass and near your mound. For a top, you wore a gossamer halter with a plunging neckline. As usual, you wore no underwear. I had on a pair of denim cutoffs and a very.