“Sir, please don’t-”“Shut it, Garnet!” Mendor interrupted him and turned to Zax. “You ... Lad, don’t you speak Netherling?”“Eh!” Z...x looked dumbfounded at Mendor.He could not understand the words he said to Garnet, but the next sentence that was directed at him was actually in his native tongue. That was beyond his expectation. After gesturing he thought the other will use the same manner of communication, not that among them someone will not only understand him, but his situation as. "Pull down your top. I want to see your tits." I rode down with my girls out, the shoulder strap of my seat belt positioned between them. He knows I like to show off, no matter how shy I act when doing so. It was nearly dark outside, but I know some neighboring cars got a glimpse. They saw his hand groping me and pinching my stiff nipples. I got wetter.We finally arrived and I grabbed my bag as we got out of the car. Lube, condoms (better to have and not need, than need and not have he told. He began biting the inside of his lower lip, shuffling his weight in his seat, darting his eyes from the speedometer to the road to the radio and back around again. His breathing starting to quicken and his hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as he gulped loudly and then said, “Sure.”He kept his right hand on the steering wheel as he brought the other down to his crotch, but I put a hand out to stop him. He paused as I said, “You focus on driving,” releasing my seat belt and continuing. I finally got his shirt off when Wendy joinedme."Here, Brad, let me help," Wendy said, unbuckling his massive beltbuckle and starting to ease off his pants. Brad turned shy (obviouslynot wanting us to see his erection tenting out his white Y-fronts) butWendy comforted him by kissing him while I slowly tugged his pants downfrom behind. I was right, his ass was to die for, nearly feminine inits beauty, aside from his somewhat slim hips. I made sure to strokehim there as his pants came down.We.