I noticed he always made an effort to be the one to bag my groceries and take them out to my car. He told me about his new motorcycle, and that he was...going off to college in September. That’s when I started seeing him as a young man and not a kid. I also got the feeling he had a crush on me, with all that attention. I figured that he fantasized about me, lying awake at night, jerking off; dreaming about having sex with me. (I’m getting wet.) That’s why that one crazy July day. This past week was my first week driving and it was actually a lot of fun. Given I only drive during the day and try to hang around the airport I get mostly professional folks that are usually sober. I’ve read stories about what drunk people end up doing in your car sometimes and I’m happy I made it through a week without having to clean up the back seat. For the most part, people liked to chat with me about how driving for Uber was going and also how happy they were to have such a large and. ......" "Thought what?" coaxed Cindy, feeling Rachel contract around herfingers. She always loved the feel of that. "Thought..." panted the breathless girl, "I've masturbated aboutmaking it with my Mom. I admit it." "How often?" crooned Cindy, her fingers still inside her lover. "Sometimes..." Rachel could hardly hold a conversation at all, hebreath coming hard, her beautiful young body tingling from head to toe. "I want you to do it every night," announced Cindy softly.. Stefani stripped beside me, her dandelion tattoo coming into view, bright and sunny on her pubic mound. Her pussy lips looked so juicy and engorged, her clit peeking out. I licked my lips, aching to feast on her.Her pierced nipples gleamed as she grabbed her masseuse robe. We wore these pastel, silk robes that were often doffed when we were alone with our clients. We had many regulars that came here just to have naughty orgasms, though a few women only wanted to be massaged. We slipped out and.