His was red now too. “what do you mean?” he asked. “How about instead of a restaurant we find a secluded spot to park and I will help relieve so...e of that stress you have been dealing with.” I said. I reached my hand over and ran it up his thigh. I could not believe how bold I was being.“ummm, well ok. Yeah” he said and he turned down a side street. “do you know anywhere we can go?” he asked. I undid my seatbelt so I could lean over closer. I started to undo his belt. “Nope, you just drive. It does have blinds on the windows though," Wanda informed me."Ahh, and I was looking forward to making some springs squeak," I laughed as I looked at the sofa. "That doesn't mean we can't make the bedsprings squeak," Wanda quipped as she locked the front door and headed down the hallway to the bedroom, checking the hall door as she passed it. I followed along behind, watching her cute ass swaying as she walked.As we entered the bedroom the space between us narrowed and the warmth of her body. How old are you anyway?” She had come up with all that and now was rocking me still naked. She was now asking me how old I was. “Thirteen. I’ll be fourteen in July.” I answered. It was January. She whistled at that and looked down a grin spreading on her face. I looked down to see my dick was still hanging out of my boxers and as hard as steel. I looked back up at her face and she pulled me to my feet. Taking me to the bed she pushed me on to it. She went out of the room after pulling boxers;. One hand was still working between her legs as she noticed my cock standing proud of my zipper. She told me not to sit down and stay with her. I made sure I didn't get between her and the window as I wouldn't want to restrict the view that she was giving her audience. The wine bottle had now gone down between her open legs and was positioned just at the opening of her lust-swollen labia. Again, I just hoped that the work crew opposite had a good view of the neck of the wine bottle slowly.