We both know that I’ve made you hard. I want you to touch me everywhere. Feel my body. Feel how horny I am for you.” She whispered this last litt...e bit as she took my hand from her breast and brought it down to the elastic of her panties. She plunged my hand beneath the silky material and I could feel the wetness of her cunt. “Oh, that’s it. I want you to keep touching me there. Put your finger inside of me and feel how wet I am.” She quickly sat up and pulled her shirt up over her head. And. We can do sweet and sticky ourselves, Cassie had said.It was dark outside. Everything was bathed in a streetlight glow. They got in Michel’s Mustang and he asked, “Where to?”“Some place more private where we can park. Stay off main streets where there’s too many other cars.” A flush of excitement washed over Cassie’s body. It had been a long time since she’d done anything like this. Perhaps too long.As Michel started the car and put it into gear, she began to move too, putting her hand on his. He dug his face in and pushed his deft, delightful tongue as deep as he could into me to get at the juices he sought. I laid back, closed my eyes, licked my fingers, and waited for my deliverance. Max started to press forward with his body, crowding up toward my crotch as he lapped at my spread lips. Having shared many a session with Max when he would climb up on my butt for a dry-hump (or rather, wet-hump) in my ass cleavage, I knew this move was a precursor to mounting me. Could it be after. *** ‘What?’ you ask. I’ve been staring again haven’t I. Damn my brain! I blame you, you’re teasing me now with your words, putting ideas in my mind. Must be good. Must not touch. Argh! Walking back to the car we nudge, playfully trying to push each other into lamp-posts, bollards. OK it’s an excuse, on my part at least, I just want to touch you. This may kill me by the end of the day, why do I say such silly things? In the car I drive, you rest your hand on my leg, teasing me, I make you take.