I started running my tongue up and down her clit, as she resumed stroking me slowly. I heard a barely audible moan escape her lips, and felt a small ...omentary hitch in her handjob. She began to get wetter so I ran my tongue in a circle around both of her lips, stopping every so often to lick her clit again. I felt her grip tighten, and she pushed herself farther down on me. Immediately, my tongue parted her lips and began running circles around the walls of her pussy. Her sweet wetness. In real life it's not like that. It's all darkness and chaos. Fear. Being jostled and flung about randomly by the car's movements. The only thing I could tell from the engine noise was that we were driving relatively normally: stopping at junctions, obeying traffic laws. I kept hearing the softly muted polite ping-ping-ping of the indicators being used.And then we stopped and the engine switched off. Before that had quite registered I felt cold air rush in through the opening door and I. " But Ellen, its not that way," I tried to reason with her.About that time Suzanne came in from outside. She was wearing a two-piece swimsuit, showing more skin than ever before. She gave me a curious look and I explained that Ned had sent me after an oven mitt. Ellen tossed me one and I exited the kitchen, my business with her botched.The party was in full swing. Ned had invited everyone I had met during my short time in the Oldham household, plus his girlfriend, Penelope.Clarence and Colleen. Finally, thought nick as he got off of school. Nick was in high school, a freshman to be specific. And his sister was in middle school, in the eighth grade. He got picked up by his mom alone, as his sister takes the bus, and they talked on the ride home. Just the usual how was your day talk. Nick loved his mom as she stood at 511, which was one inch shorter than him. She was 37 year old, and still very attractive. She had above average boobs, and a nice, perky ass. Nick had wanted to fuck his.