I brought my cum covered hand to my mouth and licked my own nectar from my fingers. My legs were weak as I found the floor and looked for my glass. I ...ulped down some more wine, and my eyes moved back to the screen. While I scrolled some more, my mind raced. I wanted to do something naughty, dirty and unlike me. Before I lost my nerve, I directed the webcam toward my chair. Quickly, I sat back and checked the position. After I had it set, I looked over the audio stories again. I found another. I reached down and pulled up the skirt zipper fully exposing her side. I slid my hand inside her skirt and firmly grabbed her cheek as we moved to the dance. Donna attacked my ear with her tongue as I slid my hand further under her ass. Donna sensing my hands imminent contact with her fiery cunt let out a soft moan and pulled me closer. My hand covered by the back of her skirt inched closer to Donna's wet pussy. I pulled the panty aside and slid my finger inside her cunt. Donna moaned in. She didn't have a chance to settle in because of the excitement of the moment and the fact it was a very brief trip.So, when we got to the Interstate, I figured Michelle would fall off. She proved she could be as unpredictable as her mother. When she loosened her seat belt a little and she leaned over resting her head on my right thigh, she did not drift off. Not by a long shot.No, the questioning mind of an almost twelve year old intellect kicked into gear. Big time.I guess because of the. "I made you some lemonade," she said in that sultry voice of hers. "I squeezed the lemons myself. You can stop long enough to wet your whistle." You're the boss," I told her.I laid my hammer down and turned to look at her. That was a mistake. I know my jaw fell open when she slipped the glass into my hand. Her fingers grazed my wrist, sending a jolt through me.The woman was living recklessly. She stood in front of me dressed in the skimpiest bikini I'd ever seen. The top barely covered her.