She’s looking out of the window. One mile to start of dual carriageway. Hand moves from gear stick to nylon thigh, rubs, strokes. “I hope you’re...not expecting anything more, you pervert.” “My car, my rules.” “Are you?” “That’s for me to know.” Silence, save for the splash of rubber on watery road and the swishing of windscreen wipers. A car overtakes. My fingers squeeze, hold the nylon thigh tighter. Desire grows, throbs, an urge that will not be quenched. Dual carriageway commences. “Stop. I moaned’yes...harder’ as rubbing between my legs grew deeper and deeper.rougher. Longer. Her caress of my breast tenderly loving..biting my vagina slowly.moaning.rub.rub.rub. Tug.teasing my vagina twirling around high her fingers with ease. Grace.grinding her hips to me her hot lips felt like a storm flaming hot wet kisses devouring my vagina. Licking me deeply.slow. Deepthroating me again. ‘ swepetness delicious’ She whispered. Stroking between my legs suckling me deeply.her lips wet.deep up. They were still catching their breath after their power filled quickie, when they heard a meek knock at the door. “Uh… guys… kinda time to go…” An embarrassed Janie spoke on the other side of the door. Jacob and Gabby rushed to redress that instant. “Yea, we’ll be down in sec.” Jacob mumbled. With that Janie swiftly shuffled down the hall. Within a couple of minutes they had dressed and thrown enough clothes in bags for a few days. Janie was waiting patiently by the front entrance as they. For the first time. I shook my head to push that thought out of it. I’d agreed to let him do it. I hadn’t been coerced. I’d only had two beers, so I couldn’t claim I was drunk. Though another two beers before we did it would probably be a good idea. Until then, I just had to not think about it. One thing at a time. Today was the morning after, so the traditional thing was for the woman (that is, me) to fret about if this is a one-time thing or if it might be the start of a real relationship..