As we left the woods and headed for home I looked at the fuel gauge and to my horror saw that the needle was on empty!"What the hell do we do? We are ...lmost out of fuel," I said to Sally Anne."Go to a garage and fill up," she said and seeing the look of horror on my face she went on, "We can say we are going to a fancy dress party".I saw no option as to run out would prove even more of an embarrassing situation. I filled into a petrol station and stopped by the pumps on the far side and got. Apparently this could be done long distance since it was all about the energy vibrations. She had even asked me to try and think of something at a specific time to see if she could “pick up the vibe”. I have a vibe for her.It was Friday night and I had been out to dinner and a couple pubs with some friends. I had a nice buzz going and was having a good time. The conversation at one point turned to Eddie Izzard, this comic that Rachel really liked. That made me think of her. I also thought of. But that wasn’t an option with Miss Rosie as She was in a big office with lots of other people and didn’t sit near a window or anything. I thought it was going to be another unrequited worship episode when, quite by chance, a perfect opportunity came up – the god of girl-worship was obviously smiling down at me. I was told to go up to the offices and complete a whole stack of forms for a major shipment - I had the register in the stores and so had to write this on every form etc etc. I was. I then went down and started licking her pussy.I inserted one finger into her hole and licked her pussy. I was so fast because I knew going fast and steady is the key for female orgasm. It took me another 15 minutes to make her gasp for air. Her eye-balls were rolled up. It was like she was possessed by some demon.She was clutching my bedsheets with both her hands. Finally, her upper body raised as if the demon inside her escaped. It was fun to watch that from that angle. I then held her legs.