He moved his mouth up to her ear, as if to whisper into it, and slowly, yet out of sight of the casual glancer, licked her ear lightly, whilst continu...ng his exploration of her thigh, moving tantalising closer to where she so desperately wanted his hand to be. She shifted in her seat, and her breath became shorter, as he whispered in her ear all the things he wanted to do to her later, the things they had spent months discussing together.She moved her head away from his, not wanting to attract. Tuesday Evening As we unloaded the car, I could not take my eyes off her firm ass as she bent over. I felt my pussy getting wet, my nipples stiffening. A few times, I thought she caught me staring.When we finished unloading the car, I offered her a glass of wine. We talked about the upcoming trip and planned an itinerary for our stay in Yellowstone . I suggested we go to the living room and sit on the couch.Beth agreed and I grabbed the bottle of wine as we made our way to the couch. Beth. She was a fuck toy, that was it. That notion bumped her arousal into the next gear. Her pussy was dripping now, she felt a slimy seep of horniness oozing out of her vagina and creeping through her buttcrack onto the blanket. It tickled, she squirmed and moaned and yet Sir didn’t even acknowledge her existence. Her pussy was throbbing, arousal building up, she was panting irregularly while Sir dusted off the ornaments in the window seal. She tried to move, to maybe rub her pussy against a. My breath came in quick labored gasps. It felt asthough my cunt was on fire, and the spirit oflicentious liberation from all inhibitions drove me toheights of wanton desire which I had never beforeknown. Now I only wished he would put his penis insidemy aching pussy, quickly! “Like this, baby,” explained the man whose fingers werenow clasping the satin-smooth cheeks of my resilientbuttocks and positioning my small vagina directly abovehis throbbing hardness. A lewd little smile.