So Im not wearing any. My hand slowly slid up her thigh. She smiled at me as I reached under her dress. My fingers started to rub her pussy in little ...ircles. It was already wet. Now, I said, withdrawing my hand. Its time for us to go. We dont want to be late for our dinner reservation. We both climbed into my car, and I turned on the engine. I looked over at the beautiful slut who was beside me. I want you to pull your dress all the way up. I want to see your pussy. Jessica gave me a coy smile. She reaches her hands up on the shelf above me elevating her off my cock so just the head rests inside her. With what strength I have left I jackhammer my hips up into her pussy watching her ass jiggle with each thrust. I pull her hair back as I kiss the nape of her neck.As I piston my cock in her pussy I tell her,“God I love using your body as my fucktoy”I continue on for a few minutes, but I feel her arms giving way. I stand her up, cock never leaving her velvety pussy. After grping. Just as certainly, she offered to go as well, to offer moral support in what she knew was a time of personal anguish for her love. They were still of an age where death was a distant concern, and even more devastating when it visited one of their contemporaries.To her surprise, Barbara declined the offer, saying that it would be better if she went alone. Phoebe knew the woman who shared her bed well enough to note a look of concern at the prospect of her coming along. Not wanting to pry at such. While we were talking, I gave her the gift a wine bottle I had brought for my boss. Both smiled and gave me a thanks and we chat for sometime and had our drink. My boss had already brought some drink and he asks me if I had any problem if he made some cocktail. I told him that I had no problem. He mixed all the bottles and prepared the 3 packs for all of us. He told me that they had not tasted cocktail I told him that it feels better and nice taste. Since it was new for my boss and his wife so.