’ They walked together into the parking garage to his car, his company’s car, the late model Mercedes he’d be returning as he downgraded to a Ch...vrolet, or Honda but still, for at least until the end of the day, his car. He slid onto the cool seat, feeling the smooth support of the leather as he reached to press the start button. Feeling a light sensation on his thigh he paused. Her hand had innocently brushed against his thigh as she fastened her seatbelt. It had innocently brushed his thigh,. Thepleasure is intensified ten-fold and I can feel myselfgetting ready to cum. My hips can’t help but move againsthim. I feel myself beginning to loose it. He wraps his armsaround my hips and pulls himself closer to increase thepressure. He has my clit in his mouth, feeling the stiffnessof it. He is more than aware of how close I am to cumming. Histongue continues the dance as I loose myself to the releaseof pressure. After a few moments he moves lower, suckingat the juices yet leaves my clit. She took a few rapid breaths, and then said, "Kiss her."He was happy to oblige, and apparently so was Lisa. The two scooted together at the same time and found each other's lips. He kissed her hard, running his fingers through her hair while he tasted his wife's nectar."Didn't I tell you he was a great kisser?" Tessa said in a weak, languid voice once their lips parted."You weren't lying," Lisa confirmed while she stroked her fingers over the muscles of his chest."Those aren't the only lips. I feel his hands slide down my body to my pussy; he slowly slides a finger into my bikini bottom and grazes my pussy. “My my, you are wet,” he says. He slides his finger inside me and pulls it out. It’s shiny with my pussy juices as he rubs it around my lips. I open my mouth and suck my juices off his finger; they’re sweet and warm. “It’s good huh baby, that pussy taste good?” “Yes Daddy,” I mumble around his finger. He lays me back and pulls my bottoms off. He caresses my face and kisses me.