“Lucky cow.” Carol speeded up. It seemed to be taking her twice as long to return to the car park as it had earlier in the evening, when she’d ...one back to retrieve the handbag she’d left behind. She was getting hornier by the second. It had been over a month since Jack last climbed up and thrust his cock into her. And, even then, he’d not finished the job. He’d took his pleasure—what there was of it—rolled off, rolled over and gone to sleep. Carol had had to finish things herself. She. I was hard as a rock again. She giggled at my condition and said go get the rest of the stuff from the truck. I went outside again this time with an erection and red bottom to worry about being seen with. Again my head was moving back and forth checking for anything or anyone that could see me in my full glory. I grab the rest of our items and it seemed like it took me forever being nervous about my state. Finally I got back to the door and into the relative safety of our house. She said anyone. ‘Where to?’ I asked her gayly, after kissing her several times and finding for myself that she had not at all changed in a certain portion of her body, as I held her close to me in a suffocating embrace.‘Oh, I don’t care,’ she replied, ‘I will go wherever you wish, and the only stipulation that I make is that you have me home good and early for I sure got the dickens for being out so late the last time!’‘Oh, that will be all right,’ I said, ‘you may be sure that I will be careful to have you. ."Danielle giggled. "Nothing? Hey, cool, Fluff!" I don't mean nothing. I mean nothing special." That's all right. You can have your T-shirt back and wear that," said Danielle graciously. "Them jeans are a bit icky, but they'll do. I'm gonna wear my shorts. Do you think this is a bit too much?" She held the T-shirt against her chest and regarded herself doubtfully in the mirror. "I might have to sneak out of the house if I wear this. If we go straight away, before my mum comes home, we'll be.