Can’t it wait?”“I know. I’m offering you a lift.” She said as she stood and ushered me towards the door before spinning me around to face he....“Tuck your shirt in,” she admonished, and before giving me a chance to object, she pulled the front of my shirt up and went to tuck it in.She stopped quickly when she saw my situation with my dick. For a few seconds, she just stood there holding my shirt up, staring at my hard-on. Then, in a shocking move, she casually pushed my dick against my stomach,. I quickly spanked her hard above the pussy again, and as she writhed, I pushed the gusset of her panties to one side and slipped in my finger.The mob cheered not knowing what I was doing. Gemma smiled at me from below, "What are you going to do now?" she sighed with a wink.There was nothing I could do. I moved my finger slightly with-in Gemma's moist haven and swallowed hard. I wanted to go further, but soon the crowd were baying for another victim.Gemma slipped off my hard lap and off my wet. "Look," I said, "we'velived near each other for more than a year now, and I've had you over tomy house loads of times. Have I ever screwed you over? I mean,reallyscrewed you over?"He didn't say anything at first. Perhaps it was due to the fact thatmy hard cock was now pressing against his, leaving no doubt that this wasa game of mutual enjoyment. On reflection, I decided that "screwed" wasa poor choice of words. But after a minute he said, "It's okay. It's just. . . I'm new to this, sir." I'm. There seemed little point in leaving straight away, so I pulled further over to the edge of the car park and cried. As question after question tumbled from my thoughts, the emotions that followed stuck to them like glue, many wanting answers. But the one question that I needed answering was the one that was going to hurt the most. I wasn’t interested in why, or who he was, or anything like that. This had been going on for ten years! When Sarah was born my wife had turned to me and said ‘Enough!.