. I'd said it myself I wanted it like that. I felt him lift off of the back seat just enough for the head of his dick to press between my folds before...he completely sat down again with a knowing grin on his face. "You're so wet, baby girl, and I haven't even done anything to you yet." You don't have to do much, I just want you so fucking bad." I whimpered. Cars continued to race on by, the freeway was getting busier but no one had pulled over to our rest area yet. Thankfully the back windows. 'Are you wearing a brassiere my dear', he was toying with me?'No', I replied a little sternly, he just started at my chest. 'Oh for fuck's sake', I blurted out, and tore my top off and stood bare chested, my tits heaving heavily, my nipples buzzing with excitement.A huge smile broke across his wizened face, and suddenly I became self conscious, and covered both breasts with one hand shielding each, from his piercing gaze.I could feel the rubbery-ness of my nipples protruding into my palms, they. .." she said, and dropped her bag on the floor. None of us spoke. "I think...I'll just..." she muttered, pointing over her shoulder towards the door. She started to back up then Sandra said "You can stay if you want Fi". She stopped and seemed to think about it. She looked at each of us in turn. "I don't mind if you stay" I added. Both the boys had covered their cocks with their hands and remained quiet. Fiona didn't reply, just took a step forward and knelt down on the sheet and duvet covering. Passion had exploded so powerfully, it could be only days, hours maybe, until our lust was fully consummated, until I fucked her. Three weeks later I stood on the balcony feeling a lot less smug. What had appeared to be a matter of hours, was threatening to become a month. The iron was rapidly cooling. The several dates we had had, to the cinema, to a park, for dinner, had shown there was no regret over the lust that had been shared in my apartment that afternoon. We had kissed when the chance.