She began to resist but, I had pinned her both arms. I kissed her lips and holded her upper lip and started sucking it.She slowly started to respond (...aybe because of Viagra) but she started to kiss me back. I moved my hands from her hands to her hips and pinched her hard. She opened her mouth to scream and I darted my tongue inside her mouth. Then, I began to play with her tongue. Our tongue’s started to wrestle with each other. Our saliva was mixing with each other. Her saliva tasted so. Why do I have to wear this panty girdle all the time? It's awfully tight." What d'you mean darling. They fit you nice and snugly and they don't even show a panty line under your jeans or leggings." No I mean they're too tight around my tickly."I smiled at her expression but her discomfort embarrassed me. Jeanette's clitty wasn't that pronounced when I had last checked her and it shouldn't feel crushed or uncomfortable under the panty girdle. I motioned to her to follow me into the van and. I listen to her steadily increasing breathing and moans as I get nearer to H’s waist band. Feeling courageous I decide to lick just inside her waist band. I let my breath and tongue tease H’s sensitive hips just under the fabric. I play here; enjoying the tense hold she has taken on my barely graspable hair. I bask in the loud panting and sensuous quivers I pull from H’s body. All these responses turn me on more than any sensation played upon my own skin ever can. I want H to writhe with even. He was staring out the side window in a nonchalant manner, a toothpick in his mouth, and a black, felt cowboy hat resting atop his head. Kmart Cowboy was unemployed, a hoodlum, and a promiscuous womanizer. I immediately felt sorry for the unborn child. “You’re pregnant?” I asked, still in disbelief over what I was hearing. “Yeah, ain’t that some shit?” Kmart Cowboy said, looking away from the other girls on the street. I grappled with what words to say. .