Little touches through dinner, mean I'm slightly aroused all evening. This is a power Karen loves to have over me. She loves making me hard, then lett...ng my erection subside, only to make me hard again. She likes knowing, it is her who turns me on. She's in her element tonight and it’s a good job the tablecloth is a long one! All through dinner, I’m able to glimpse up her skirt, seeing white panties pulled tight over a smoothly shaved pussy mound. This is a sight, which I'm convinced if I saw. He coasted to a stop."Just wait," he repeated in response to the looks of alarm on the faces of his passengers.Soon enough, they saw what they were waiting for. The big Mercedes approached the corner at what they estimated was 85 miles per hour. Pure stupidity on a gravel road. Too late, the driver slammed on his brakes. Amid a shower of gravel, the car sailed past the turn, through a clump of bamboo, and into a field. The car bottomed out, rocks ripping the undercarriage apart. As the. The woods would be quiet and apart from the rustle of arran grass and the lapping of the sea, it would be so peaceful. We could walk through the woods and hold hands, stopping and kissing and finding somewhere we can be more passionate and intimate. It’s this slow build up that we both enjoy so much, the stolen kisses and caresses, fingertips brushing against nipples and strained fabric. We would touch and kiss whenever we could, pulling me towards you roughly and pressing your lips against. We chose San Francisco as the city to meet in, was there any more perfect place in the United States to meet for such a reason?He chose the hotel and made all the travel arrangements, all I had to do was show up at the airport with my bags. I dressed carefully that morning, though a part of me wanted to wear the stereotypical short skirt with no panties the more realistic part of me chose the simple jeans and shirt, though I did leave off the panties. As I boarded the plane my heart pounded.