Ich denke das kam von Vodka. Als ich auf dem Beifahrersitz saß fiel mir irgendwie nur beiläufig auf, dass mein Rock, weit nach oben gerutscht war un... man mein Höschen sehen konnte. Der Fahrer, so ca. 50 tat so als würde er nichts sehen und ich beließ es dabei. Es machte mich sogar geil, so da zu sitzen. Ich genoss seinen verstecken Blick zwischen meine Beine, die ich sogar leicht öffnete, so dass er voll mein Höschen sah. „Wo solls hingehen, Kleine?“ sagte er nur und musterte mich nun von oben. She climbed on the bed, her nipples swollen and her pussy already moistening. She moved by instinct, following instructions planted in the most primitive part of her brain. Monica knelt on the mattress with her arms limp by her sides and her eyes still focused on the enthralling glow. She stayed there for a moment, immobile, as the bug got closer to her. Monica felt the creature’s soft touch on her left thigh and her pussy twitched, reacting instinctively to the bug’s caress. Monica’s mind was. Neither of us really needed to study: we were both intelligent and when all was said and done it was high school. Her tease gave me enough time to realize that Friday night was much better than Monday night for my plans. I agreed to a Friday study session.It was the longest fucking week of my life as I waited for Maria to drop the bomb and deny me the opportunity to have sex. I was so focused on Maria and Friday night I did not think about getting some other girl alone first.I was about ready. As the negotiator he had been in the past he had been in high pressure meetings that looked tame compared to this. Positioning himself so that she could not even spot his reflection he had completely removed any safety net she had. How long would she wait? He watched the gentle curve of her neck as she took another sip of champagne. She was an unusual woman this one. Placing his glass on the table beside her he touched her shoulders and began to kiss her neck, she murmured her approval as his.