You are slightly hesitant, but I tell you to fucking do it, and you listen. You are so beautiful. Once you are naked, and covered, I run my hand over ...very inch of your body I can reach. I play with your nipples until they are nice and hard. I lift the blanket up so I can see your sexy body and run my fingers down your sides. You complain that somebody driving next to us will see, but I pinch your nipple hard, and tell you to be quiet and obey. I play with your sexy tits a bit more, then run my. As you open your eyes I drop to my knees. Spreading your legs apart I give them the same attention. I know you’re smiling when I get to your feet and make you lift first one and then the other. Tilting my head back I look at you. As our eyes meet I oh so gently run the cloth over your balls and then up the shaft. Your mouth parts as you let out a silent gasp. Pushing up I let my body slide against yours as I stand. Reaching out you squeeze my hips as you pull me against you. Nipping at my lower. . 'Captain Cocksucker'??? A few bars later I felt my phone vibrate in my handbag and when I checked it I was surprised to see a message from Andy. 'Fucking gorgeous tits babe! Was all it said with a couple of xxx's and ( . )( . ) symbols. Better late than never I thought and headed over to show a tipsy Claire my new message. 'Let me see what you sent him Em?' she asked and then she hit me again when I showed her my tits in the exact copied pose that she had sent earlier. As we laughed she. I worked every inch of his neck, his back, then his ass, and then from his thighs to his feet. After every blast of gas he ripped, he would let out a power breath like "Oahhh". Like everytime, his gas had almost no smell, just so clean!Just like I would always do, I started to massage the way back (from feet to shoulders), professionally, inch by inch. I was working his legs when he told me "I'm sorry about the gas I'm making tonight". I found nothing to say better than "You shouldn't be sorry.