I could only imagine the wet noises as her fingers slid between said lips and stroked up and down; getting a generous coat of my arousal before they m...ved back to my now exposed clit. The first flick of her slick fingers felt intense and the car swayed slightly thanks to my body that twitched in excitement. I checked the rear view mirror and saw another car not too far behind me. Amused, I wondered to myself what they thought I was doing, swaying the car like that. Her finger kept flicking. I turned back to Mr. Winnelson who had watched what had happened, but who appeared undecided if he should have helped Mrs. Sharpe or not.“I hope that you will remember what I told Mrs. Sharpe when any of our Clan members or employees come in here to purchase things,” I told him before turning back to Grace who also had a quizzical expression on her face.“Do you have what you came for?” I asked her.“I think so. I don’t know if I can remember everything on the list though,” she told me.“Don’t. My sweet Ana had apparently decided to take her date to the bar where she knew I was meeting my friends so she could humiliate me in front of them. I knew I might as well let her do as she wished and I would enjoy the spoils later when we both returned home.My old mate William proceeded to tell me that he stopped to say hello once he saw Anita and chatted with them for several minutes. He then told me how my wife was rubbing Jerome's tree trunk thigh and then started rubbing that black cock. For ages, she sat in the dark, trying unsuccessfully to practice relaxation techniques. It was only when she saw the time that she forced her legs to ferry her out from the safety of the car. It was impolite to be late, and good manners were something her mother had drilled into her from an early age. She had deliberately dressed down for this meal. Since it was simply a meal with a friend, Ellie had made no effort to look glam in any way. She wore faded jeans and an old tee shirt. There was.