I looked down at our hands and gave her a gentle little squeeze. My eyes took in the loveliness of her legs, then I enjoyed the tight fit of her dress...over her hips, and my eyes rested on her elegant cleavage.“You’re staring. Do I have some lint on me?”I looked up and met her eyes. She smiled. But it wasn’t that Hollywood kind of smile where the mouth makes a big smile but the eyes aren’t involved. No, her eyes smiled also. I looked at her right eye, then her left, then back at her right. My. Cuddlywinks was looking appreciatively up at her perfect young buttocks as they gyrated their sexy way across the sward. The adoring cat was salivating at that beautiful prospect. He really was a very lecherous pussy! She looked around a couple of times and was horrified at the look of fascinated intensity on those furry little features.By this time all nocturnal wanderers, young lovers, voyeurs and cruisers seemed to have deserted the great outdoors for the night and decamped indoors where it. ‘No baby, no, don’t come, ’ she said urgently, halting her bouncing motion. ‘Save it up, I don’t want you to come yet.’ She knew why she was saying it, a crazy fantasy that she could hardly believe she might fulfil. He slowed at her instruction, slammed his brakes on against a strong reverse inclination. Only Pamela, only his desire to please her could have made him do it. She was climbing off him, drawing her tight channel from around his bulged erection, so that it slapped wetly onto his. He opened it and poured, disappeared again. I raised my glass.'Happy birthday, Ms Olsen, and shame on you for keepin' so quiet. Good job I saw your drivers' license when you dropped your purse.' Loud click. 'I guess my present is sayin' go on using the car. I don't want you to be ridin' the bus all the time. You know where I park it, and I can get spare keys made real easy.' I sipped and waited. She put the card down and stood up, then moved round and slid into the booth next to me. She grabbed.