I hope that your bikini is okay under there.”“Yeah, I’ll have to take my jeans and top off so that they can dry and I can check the bikini at th... same time.”Taking jeans or shorts and tops off and letting the sun dry them was something that we’d all done before after falling off into that stream.With that I stood up, unfastened and unzipped my jeans and pulled them down and off. Usually though we’d kept our undies on, well me only knickers because I never wear a bra, nothing to put in it. But. I'm doing that." He said crouching in front of me and slowly taking my panties down, instantly noticing the difference. "Fuck, look at this... You got ready for me" he said caressing the shaven skin of my most intimate part as I stroked his hair with both my hands."Do you like it?" I asked innocently. I really wanted to know if he liked it, but I noticed how provocative it sounded. The arousal had made my voice turn into some kind of luxurious mewl.　He didn't answer, just grabbed my ass cheeks. Even at that we were being passed by all manner of vehicles.We ran into slower traffic at the I-5 and Capital City interchanges near Sacramento, but soon enough we were back up to speed and heading toward Donner Pass. This was all familiar territory to me as I’d driven this route many times in my days living in Davis. A quick check of the mileage to Truckee told us that we were pretty much on schedule, if not a little ahead. It’s good to have a mathematician as your navigator. I could almost. I could have done this all day. Sure, I'm an ass man, but tits... well... what's not to like about tits? Still, what with Sandra's prodding and pushing, I eventually found myself pushed lower, down past her belly button and over the soft, rounded slope of her belly."Tell me what you want," I said. Sandra blushed as I paused, my mouth only inches away from her already overheated pussy."You know," she said. I shook my head. Consider this your punishment, I thought. I know Sandra likes, in.