Wallet stays in the car with me, pants inthe trash. Shoes and socks too.? So, there he stood, next to the car, in justhis boxers. ?Nobody said you cou...d keep those. Off with them.? Nervously, hestepped out of his last piece of clothing; hoping the fog would be enough coverfor him to remain undiscovered. The driver stepped forward, and placed a glovedfinger on his lips. Gently gliding down his face, neck, chest, stomach. Shewas now crouched in front of him, her gloved hand just to the side of. Her hand found its way back to her pussy, and she started fingering herself in earnest, rubbing her hand across her mound before sliding a finger in to rub over her nub for just a second. She did this several times, until she finally pushed her finger all the way inside for a couple of strokes, and then followed it with a second finger. She held them both inside her, slowly twisting them, and then pulled them out before adding the third."Oh, God, this feels good!" Jennifer said."It looks great. He probably didn't have much experience around girls."So John, did you enjoy the concert?" she questioned.John smiled a little. "It was great! So memorable seeing your band on my birthday!"emma returned the smile. "Your birthday, huh? How old did you turn?" I'm 18 now."emma smiled wider. "Happy 18th Birthday, John!"John blushed and thanked her. emma was now confident this would be an awkward evening if she continued trying to have a conversation with him. He was barely responding. Her band. She was drawn to him like a thirsty animal is drawn to water even as the lions lurk in the brush.Cheryl lost sight of him as she weaved between the crowds. The bathrooms were in the back down a hallway, she walked past the men’s room when she heard a voice, “Keep walking, and go through the exit door.” His voice was smooth, deep and confident.She noticed the exit door off to one side and pushed the door open. It opened to a messy alley. She turned around and felt his lips against hers. No.