Slow and gentle being one of them. Work up slowly, let your partner anticipate what you are going to do but don't always do it. As I said, I massaged ...nd caressed her sweet breasts but I never touched the nipples! I passed over them with the palms of my hands but never centering on them, tweaking them or rolling her nipples between my fingers. When I lifted off her lips and started down her neck towards them it was even worse. When I arrived there I licked, felt and tasted her whole breast, all. It was definitelystill Melinda, goofy as ever."Sh-shall we go?" I stammered as I caught her again, feeling a bit awkwardwith her all dressed up like this. The only time I'd ever dressed up in mylife was a couple funerals and my brother's wedding. Neither wereparticularly enjoyable experiences. I had secretly hoped she would let meget off with just the skirt and girly top."Uh-uh," Melinda chided, wiggling a finger. "You're not going like that!"she said, tutting and seeming to examine my clothes. "I'm afraid its too late miss."The driver stood back wiping his brow to view his captive. The inside of the truck must have been in the nineties; the woman standing there bound, her dress around her ankles, her legs tight together sweat pouring down them. Her body curved in at her waist, and the above head lighting cast the shadow of her round melons over her flat tummy.He began to unzip his pants as she begged. "No stop, lets sort this out, uh no, uuh"The sight of his fat brown cock springing. Even before I heard him jacking off with me on his mind, my muff was drenched," I listened before as gap where I looked and heard the moans again. "Well, I can at least see him, can't I?" I asked, before casually going to my door.I opened the door, but didn't walk just yet. I waited for a minute, but of course, felt my wet beaver through my shorts and panties. I sighed and nonchalantly made my way towards his bedroom. I bit down on my bottom lip and sweated bullets too.As I was only a few feet.