While trying not to. Even mom had commented on how nice she looked in her dress, wishing when she did that she had the breasts to pull that off. Perso...ally I thought she still did, but her far more conservative attire was no match for the way Bella's body seemed to just scream out "I wanna be fucked". Something I was looking forward to doing later on that evening if I had my way.Thank god I had taken her advice and worn dark slacks to dinner. I could feel the wetness of my own lubrication. I started on her tits. They were small but durable and with the riding was heaven. She said to me to come up. I got up made her lie down on the car and stroked my dick deep insides her. She started moaning again. I started kissing her neck. Her nails dug into my back. I could feel her pain and mine too.After 5 minutes I turned her around and started ramming her from behind. We started sweating like crazy. I pulled her back and made her straight and planted a kiss on her lips and neck. I started. A slow touch against your skin doesn’t bring you back from your dream like state, nor does the gentle caress that follows. A touch so soft that starts on your lower back and slowly climbs your spine until it reaches your shoulders. Continuing up to your neck and finally reaching your sensitive skin below your hairline. Breathing deeper you relax to the image in your mind. The gentle caress on your skin still leaving in you in your dream place. The caress lingers around your shoulders and then. "I did so, laying on my back, wearing control panties, holding her brassiere up with one hand while I stroked myself with the other. "PUT THE BRA ON, BITCH." I stopped playing with myself and sat up. I put my arms through the straps, and hooked it up behind me. "GOOD GIRL. NOW, STUFF THREE PAIRS OF PANTIES INTO EACH OF THE BRA CUPS." I found the required number of panties, and stuffed the cups with them, causing me to display an extremely prominent bust.I heard through the earpiece "PICK UP THE.