Pretty much as soon as I'd turned the engine off we were kissing. She instantly leaned over to me slipping her hand to my growing cock and her tongue ...nto my mouth.I slid the car seat back and she took the lead yet again. Sitting back, she yanked down her yoga pants and knickers to reveal that beautiful bald pussy of hers. I leaned over to her this time and cupped her pussy with my hand. Feeling the warmth radiating off of her as we kissed, I slid my fingers through the folds of her pussy lips. “Great Josh, and yours?”“It’s alright. Looks like you have been living in the sun. You have a great tan.”“Thanks. Yes, I spend a good bit of time at the beach or jogging.”“Well, I hope you don’t have any tan lines.” He said with a giggle.“Actually, I don’t”, I said laughing but also telling the truth.“I think you need to prove that to me.”“OK, when?”He stood silent for a minute, looking at me and, I guess, trying to determine if I was serious or just messing with him. “There’s a party tonight,. "I beg your pardon Sir "I repliedListening our conversation Mistress began to laugh "pathetic loser".I gripped and pull hard in one motion, and winced as the spicy tendrils of foot odour quickly curled up my nose. There was actually visible steam coming off his foot-print stained white sock. ( I hand scrub these, but it doesn't help when he walks around outside without shoes.) He pressed the huge damp sole against my face and held it there while I worked on the other boot -- this time it was a. Just as my balls tighten up a loud voice was heard from the cabin wanting know where the serving wench had gone. Karen stopped stoking my cock and wiped her hand on her chest and belly said she had to go duty called. She ask Pam if she would put some oil on my shoulders and chest so I wouldn't sunburn because she had big plans for me later. Karen the hollered keep your shorts on the serving wench is on her way..I heard a voice say what makes ya think we have our shorts on, Karen laughed and.