I took my hand off my wet organ to roll the wheel to my right, easing the seats back to go horizontal. I turned the ignition once, not to start the en...ine, just power the window, and let the driver window open down, the inrush of cool air doing nothing to cool my determined ardor.He was almost to the car, and I was in full flow, I closed my eyes an rubbed myself like crazy, would he see me, would he reach in and touch me, stick his cock in the window for me to suck, everything was running. ‘Try it,’ she asked him, letting him sit where she had sat. When he settled in, she began notice the way he moved as stiff as an old man whose back curved from the weight of years. ‘What’s wrong Joe? Where’s your graceful movement?’ ‘I…get tense,’ he replied, holding the stick much too hard. ‘Everyone gets tense.’ He chuckled tightly. ‘I get extra tense. I didn’t expect this. I feel so comfortable around you. And I feel at ease when playing bass. I guess…I wanted to impress you with my ability. In reality I was trying to get a better vantage point to see Michelle. At this point Michelle called out to me as said “Sorry to be a pain but I can’t lift these plant pots, would you mind giving me a hand”. I readily agreed a popped round to help. There we were lifting plant pots and moving flowers, whilst all the time I was sneaking looks at Michelle in her lovely bikini. Every time she bent over the small piece of fabric that was struggling to cover her bottom, would pull up between her. Not that it’s by choice. If given the chance to misbehave, I certainly would. And I’m doing my best to steer this conversation to the point where I hope to get a chance to misbehave with you. But for now I’ve been mostly behaving, and seeing where you steer the conversation. Speaking of, looks like you’re typing now.We’ll have to find a time to meet up for me to give it to you.I bite my lip. “Give it to you.” Yes, that’s exactly what I want. I want you to give it to me - so very, very badly..