She smirks and looks down at the radio seeing it WAS turned off by probably the Professor. She yawned softly, not really tired – just bored. She hit... the accelerator and picks up speed, reaching over cautiously to turn the music on before noticing a slit of a golden eye watching her – observing her. She suddenly frowned, stopping her movement and moves back to her thoughts and seat… nevermind the music, she didn’t want to make him angry – not now – not on the road of deserted farms. She sighed. Each time I withdrew she would begin sending her hips toward mine requiring me to reverse directions and meet her. This continued for only five minutes or so while about each minute Michelle would groan loudly and her pussy would quiver and grip my cock. That felt pretty damn good. So good in fact that my balls were signaling my dick to begin tingling, getting ready for the train of sperm that was about to shoot through. ‘Oh baby, I’m gonna do it again, it’s gonna happen.’ ‘Yes, yes, yes, do. "Right! You're serious? Even if I considered doing that, we're next to the window and there are no tablecloths to hide me from anyone in here. Though I AM feeling daring and, ummmm, moist. Hmm, move to my side of the table." You naughty girl! How do you say that en Francais? I HATE Franglais, yet it's sometimes funny." Screw that. Unbutton my tight skirt and zipper behind me ... quickly before I change my mind." My heart raced at the prospects."You don't have to tell me twice. Mmm, white cotton. He grinned and put his arm around me. For once, I didn't fall all over myself when he slapped me on the back. "My friend, you've worked hard. You've done well. Your friend Martha tells me your spirits have much improved. You are not so shy as you were, hah? Not so worried about how you look!" You definitely made a difference, Mister Fiore."He squinted at me. "Why you keep calling me Mister Fiore? Hah? 'Mister'? Ha-ha! It is Fiore to you, my friend, Martha's friend. Fiore!" Another slap on the.