My fingers circle my needy little clit, and I see you occasionally glancing down but trying your hardest to keep your eyes on the road. That look of ...ortured arousal on your face drives me wild and my fingers too, back and forth between rubbing my clit furiously and pushing inside my sopping mess of a pussy. My fingers don't satisfy me the same way yours do, so I beg for your fingers to touch me. You give me a quick glance and seeing my desperate looks, you steer the wheel with one hand. ...........................................................................................................Mr White newly refurbished bedroom was really very nice and now had a four poster bed and was very well equipped with everything he could possibly need. The bed was firm but comfortable and he slept like a log.He awoke at six as usual just in time to hear a tap at his door “Enter” said Mr WhiteIt was Mary with his tea and morning breakfast on a silver platter.“Put it on the side table”. After a drive we found a middle eastern shop with all sorts of dancing stuff. We walked in it was a little dark and dingy but smelled a little like cigars. The owner greeted us, an older Arab man wearing what looked like middle eastern clothing, he introduced himself as Mustafa. He was friendly enough and urged us to look around.My Emily asked him about belly dancing outfits and he lit up. He led us towards the back of the store. There had to be over a hundred different belly dancing outfits.. She had a beautiful muffin with protruding lips. Not huge lips, but large enough to clearly protrude. Before she closed her legs, I could see that her that her pussy was glistening wet, and she asked me: "Can you see the glitter?" as she glanced down at my bulging cock, and then said: "I think you like me, and that is very good, because as you can clearly see, I like you." Her smooth advances caught me off guard and I got a little tongue tied, but managed to tell her I lived nearby, to which.