This time the material, now soaked with her juices allowed somewhat more penetration for her fingers and she plowed on, sixty---sixty-six... Groaning ...ith both effort and satisfaction, Marcie kicked her legs up until both feet were pressed against the roof of the car.Liquid began to pool on the leather seat beneath her. She felt it squishing in the small of her back. Her slick panties and hose rubbed uncomfortably along her overly sensitive labia.As she approached the hundredth stroke Marcie. I couldn't tell if he was enjoying it or confused by it all. I haven't left my town since I was twelve.When I was boarding through the security checkpoint place you know how you have to take off your shoes.Well I had on my tall white heels and for some reason the security lady was upset at me.Like she said 'what are you doing wearing an outfit like this when you're 16.I told her no lady, I'm 19. Maybe I look younger but I think I look my age.Maybe because I didn't have makeup on. On my whole. My head was spinning and I felt close to falling over. “Don’t get any weird ideas,” Anna said to me, as she wiggled her finger inside my ass. “This has nothing to do with love or anything like that. We work together and I am not your girlfriend. This isn’t even an official affair as far as I am concerned. We work together and occasionally we can provide massage services to each other. Got it?” I nodded my head “yes” and before I could speak, she continued. “Today my neck and upper body were. She had eased into position on my nose by the forces of gravity and the lubrication from the viscuous goo of her humid depths. When she moved, her ass made squishy sounds and when she sat harder, it felt like she was compressing her “ass dew” into my facial skin. I wondered if it would clog my pores. I wondered if I would then get acne. I wondered if that was how those acned-ruddy faces at school got that way---because fully adult women were sitting on their faces and rubbing ass-wetness into.