. . . Pressing on with my lips, my tongue lashing out, passionately whipping that cute, little rose petal of desire. . . . . Fingers of my other hand ...aress your legs, and inner thighs, then join the lips that are kissing you, where pleasure can be risen to it's peeks, so you push with your bum even more towards me, while my agile fingers vanish deep in you, while that petal of desire is electrified by my tongues lashes . . . . . . I am not letting go, as then I gently bite your soft skin on. She was damn hot, and she was a nice enough girl too, now Eric was going to marry her. I was jealous—not so much of Heather specifically, since her personality was definitely a better match to outgoing Eric than to me. No, I was jealous that he wasn’t going to be lonely anymore. I work too much, and I know it. I have a good, high-profile job, with a six-figure salary that I keep by working 60, 70, sometimes 80 hour weeks. I used to have a girlfriend, we lived together after college, and I. She handed me over the car key. I took out the car and we headed for a drive on the highway.As I was driving she kept holding my left hand. I also put the car on auto transmission mode and kept caressing her hand. Slowly I moved on to her thighs. She too was moving her hand on my thighs. I could clearly feel her breath and see the lust as I looked into her eyes. I took my hand on to her boobs n squeezed them softly. Damn soft they were… she let out a moan. It wasn’t possible for me to. Then opened her legs invitingly."I am SO ready!"As I moved up, she lifted her legs wider and up. I was on my elbows and knees and lowered to her, while she guided my cock to her sex. My semi-hard cock. Now, this was something I had never thought about, before ... that I could be about to have sex with a desirable young girl and my package wouldn't be at full power. I realized that it was because we really weren't engaging in any foreplay. It wasn't exactly 'clinical' in that sense it was just.