You put it on and I reach over and slip the halter top down to your waist exposing your perfect breasts to anyone looking. You hear the convertible to... retracting and feel the gentle breeze on your skin letting you know that you are exposed to both the people on the street and other drivers. Occasionally as we drive, you hear the honks of passing cars. After nearly ten minutes, I stop and slide your skirt to your ankles and than begin to drive again. After another 15 minutes I pull into a. One day I was returning and passed the manager/bursar when she said someone had left a parcel for me and passed over what looked like a shoe box covered in brown paper. Written on it were the words “to the occupant of the room with the green window sill." "Is there something wrong dear?" asked the bursar as I went white and started shaking. I stammered some excuse, took the box and went out to look at my bay window. Sure enough it was green and the others were blue, so that was how I could be. "It's like taking your car down to the supermarket at the corner. You go out, turn right onto the street, stop at the main intersection, turn right again, go a mile, make another right into the parking lot, park and go inside."Those are the steps you have to go through, to go from A to B, Tom. Yes, you can change them. Go left instead of right at the street; you can eventually get to where you're going, but only after a whole bunch of left turns, instead of the much easier right turns and a. Jeff knew what he was doing was wrong, he should have climbed into the passenger seat and acted like he never noticed, but instead he just had to help Ivan bring her to an orgasm. “Jeff, please don’t.” Her mouth said “No” but her body begged “PLEASE!” She was on the verge of the hardest most amazing orgasm she’d ever have, but she was fighting within herself weather to enjoy it or push Jeff away and pass it up. She groaned in pure frustration, knowing what she should do but being unable to do.