It was a warm evening so Joyce put her coat on the back seet.Most of the jouney is on A roads,and joyce hates motorways.About an Hour into the journey...joyce became restless and kept changing her position in the seat. I Noticed and asked her was she ok. Joyce replied " I knew i should'nt of had that last glass of wine" "Its gone straight through me" I really need to pee" We were only half way throught the journey. There was no way we would make it home. I started to look for somewhere to stop.. I wasn’t sure at that point if it was hers alone or their combined fluids. I knew she smelt of both man and woman but I still wasn’t certain if the matted pubic hairs and the moisture on and around her vulva was hers alone, or not. As I touched her delicate outer folds, she pulled back very slightly. I winced as I thought I had hurt her, but knew I had been very gentle so she must have reacted to my touch, rather than it being painful. I stroked the smooth, slick, moist lips. They felt. She heard him gasp, when he touched her. He lifted her shirt and unhooked the bra with one snap of his hand. Bending his head over, he takes a swollen nipple in his mouth. His tongue teasing it and going in circles around it. She puts her face next to his head, taking in the smell of his hair. The smell intoxicated her senses, as her body responded to his warm mouth. His mouth moves to her other breast, biting making her moan out in pain and pleasure. Her hands run up and down his back making. This part of the body is as individual as a fingerprint although it's unlikely that it will be used as a means of identification at passport control (but we can always dream).I pull a cheek aside as you zoom in on our taboo and forbidden delight. I used to be worried that stretching it would make it look different 'in repose' but I'm more confident about it now. I can feel the q-tip turning in the tiny centre of our secret place. I know I go on a lot about my looks and it's true that I am very.