Then she drew Claire’s blonde hair back and whispered in her ear. “I’ve dreamed about doing that to you. Since we first met I’ve been dreaming...about fucking your arse like that and making you squeal. It’s your fault for wearing those tight little skirts to work, which show your knickers when you bend down. You never knew I was looking, did you? You thought it was the boys drooling over your long legs and peachy arse.” Claire shook her head. “Well you lived up to all my expectations lover,”. I turned to the sound of the bedroom door opening. "What's the problem." She asked, coolly. She was always on the alert for problems between her girls and I. She was always ready to rush to their defense. "I don't have any clean underpants to wear." It was as much a question as a statement. "So, just borrow a pair for today. You can do laundry when you get home." She suggested. "Borrow a pair?" From who? Mother went to Amanda's dresser and opened one of her drawers. "Here, wear these." She. With the moonlight shining on her, she looks like a vision from the best of dreams.Our lips meet in a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing together like they were choreographed. My hands glide back down her sides and wrap around her perfect ass. I feel her softly moan into my mouth as I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. With our tongues still exploring one another's, I carry her to the bed and lay her down. Placing my hand on her cheek, my other hand massages her breasts. I. They won't have any problems with the way you're dressed." With that his hand cupped her cunt and gave it a squeeze. "So warm and wet. Good thing your not sitting on your skirt, the back would be soaked."Brandi had to agree with that assessment. Ever since the little striptease back in the shop she had been wet and horny, his probing finger wasn't helping the situation any. Mike drove the car with skill, passing trucks and cars as he sped toward the onrushing hills. Soon he was taking the exit.