He started caressing the insides of my thighs, sending tingles through my whole body. Then he ran his hand lightly up and down my slit. All my senses ...ere focusing on my clit, but he never parted my pussy lips to feel more. He put his hand up to his nose and smelled it.“I can feel that you’re getting wet,” he smiled. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”“I’m loving it ,uncle” I admitted. “Do you want to feel more?” It was a blatant invitation for him to finger me.“Maybe another day,” he said.. I hadn't cum, but I needed to desperately, so I looked around frantically for the sign to the toilets. I finally saw it and almost ran there, slamming the door open and jumping into a stall and shutting the door fast.I couldn't get my shorts and knickers down soon enough. I briefly noticed a wet spot on the shorts. Deal with it later. I sat down on the toilet, spread juice over my clit and rubbed it madly until I had a hard cum in about thirty seconds. My pussy convulsed and dripped juice into. Within the 15 seconds of the strip, and my shaft being massaged I got quite hard. Sam's focus was mostly on the strip making sure every bit of the gel was worked in. But she made sure her massage was used in a manipulative way to allow Kate to continue the massage of her own. She now, not-so-subtly, grinded her pussy against my leg. "Okay, that should be good." Sam concluded, and with a quick pull, removed the strip. She then leaned down and blew softly. Kate continued to rub herself on my leg. “No can do, I’m afraid.” He replied back.“Please, I’ll probably get lost trying to walk back!” She practically begged him.“I’m sorry, but I can’t take you with me. My vehicle isn’t good enough for you too.”“Don’t worry; I don’t care if your car is cheap or old. I just want the ride home!”“Who said I have a car? I drive a motorcycle. Unless you wanna hang for your life in the back, no can do.”“A motorcycle? You gotta be kidding me, my brother has had one for ages! I’ve probably ridden on one a.