I knew there was no chance of hard nipples with the car as warm as I had cranked it up, but maybe later in the evening, I'd get lucky. I got Stephanie...safely where she was going -- and then I aced the deal by offering to stay in town and give her a ride back home as well. She couldn't believe my offer but she immediately accepted and I told her I'd be back to pick her up in two hours.Sure enough, in two hours, Stephanie was ready to head for home, but the storm had grown so bad that there was. I let her clit slip out and ran my tongue from her well of nectar up to just below her clit, working around to cover in and around her pussy, spreading her juices everywhere. Her smell was just as delicious as her taste. Her husband was a fool.There was a continual stream of gasps, squeaks, yelps, groans, and indecipherable mutterings as I tongued her. My hands were massaging her inner thighs, keeping her legs open enough to allow me some freedom. I noticed the pubic hair I’d seen through. Abruptly, I felt a slight hand pulling my black pencil skirt, slowly. My thighs were quivering, yet he was nonchalant. I had to keep a poker face. Self control was not an option. The viscosity of pussy juices flowed freely on Jake’s finger. I had slowly exhaled. “Count each time my finger is inserted in you,” he whispered in my left ear. When he finished stroking my pussy with 233 strokes, Jake guided my left hand to my labia. There, under table and tablecloth, my clitoris was fully exposed. Mom turned her head to me and disbelief what I just said."Baby you are talking to your mother, not your girlfriend!" Do you realize what you've just said?" Yes, mom. I said I would love to eat your pussy to complete your dream." Honey,I will let you see your birthplace, mommy pussy, but that is so far it will go." Eat it,that is not happening baby."I agreed to her offer."Well, are you going to see it or not?" Mom uncovered the blanket and lift her lingerie up to her stomach, where her pussy.