He watched as she kept one finger inside of her and brought her other hand down to play with her clit — rubbing faster and faster. “Can I take of... my panties?” she asked, as if asking if she could have an iced tea. It made him achingly hard. “Where are your manners.” “I’m sorry, sir,” she moaned loudly, as she pushed a third finger deep inside of her. “May I please, sir, take off my panties. I want to, oh, Dan, I want to show you how wet I am.” “Yes, take them off.” The eager slut removed. "Mmm... That was fun. But I didn't get to cum, did I? That doesn't seem fair," she says, as she begins to get off me. she looks down at my penis. "and oh dear, you're soft again already. I guess I'll just have to fix that."She reaches for my hand and moves it to her breast. She makes me squeeze, feeling her soft skin around her hard nipple. She then moves my hand down to her pussy, manoeuvring my hand so that it goes as deep as possible inside of her. She moans as she uses my hand as a toy, and. It is very unique and fulfilling me warm arousal. Brain started to kiss from the right breast down to the tummy and kissing across the tummy. He then started doing circles with his fingers on my tummy and kissing his way down to my warm, damp pussy. As he was doing this he was kissing and playing with the outer lips of my pussy. The weirdest thing was that he felt just like Brad. He paid attention the same way Brad did and used the same amount of pressure and movements with his tongue. As Brian. ‘I’ll call you.’ They stayed long enough to make sure she got inside safely, then Tom climbed into the front seat and they took off in silence. ‘You shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up like that,’ Tom said after awhile, a trifle crossly. ‘What are you talking about?’ Danny said distractedly. ‘You, Danny Wilson, gash hound extraordinaire, are going to call Charlie Panetta for a date?’ Tom said sarcastically. ‘I’ll believe it when I see it.’ ‘Believe what you want, brother,’ Danny said. ‘But.