It had been a quiet evening, and after having dinner, we retreated into the living room, each finding something we enjoyed to occupy ourselves. That e...ening I think we were both reading. Then came bedtime.In the bedroom, I was sitting on the bed, waiting, while Amanda was in the bathroom doing her nightly routine before bed. Sometime in the past, I didn't even remember how or when, that routine included shutting the door, and not undressing in front of me, and when she would reappear, she would. I'll call her tomorrow and arrange something. I can drive you this weekend." No, I want to drive myself. Can I borrow the old Honda?" The Honda was a 13 year old Honda Civic that my mother had before my father bought her a new one. They've been keeping it for me, but they haven't officially given it to me yet, forcing me to ask to use it."I'll ask your father, but I don't see why not. You just need to promise not to drink and drive." I'm only eighteen. I can go to war and have sex, but I can't. “Ohhhhhhh, Stop!” she begged me, lifting her head and straining at all four straps. I just continued rubbing her clit in fast little circles, and then dipping both fingers in to tickle her G spot. Soon, as I was rubbing her clit, she again arched her back and thrust her hips skyward, but now a river of cum came gushing out of her small lips, and I watched and felt as her pussy contracted, squeezing my fingers out as she continued to moan and cum. Eventually her orgasm subsided, and she lay,. He wasn't sure what to say. Finally she said, "I really liked them Jack and they're very pretty. They fit perfectly. But I have to ask you. Why did you send me panties? They're very intimate you know and very suggestive." Her voice was soft and tender, almost seductive. She knew he must be thinking of her pussy. She wanted to hear him say it. She also knew that when he did say it, she would probably cum. She was already aroused. Her fingers were lazily stroking her lips in the panties. "By the.