She also began to say that this was her first time doing such awful things and that I was her second man in her life (that shit really turned me on, a...ain). I unbuckled my seatbelt and my right hand began to touch her legs and went up to her panty and began rubbing her clitoris and kissing her neck. She was turned on and with my fingers moved the thong and start rubbing directly her clit and then fingered fucked her while she was driving. Her moans where incredible... she was horny as hell. I. We were on our way to see another fixer-upper, our first outside Harold’s homeland - the Northeast. But the apartment building off 63rd was similar to his other eight buildings. This one was red brick, two stories, 12 two-bedroom units.Buster and BJ should be in school, but I had my eyes open. Little fuckers are casual attenders.In the interest of scientific inquiry (nosiness), I’d had Sullivan & Sullivan research BJ Kowalski. At 8-years old, she was so independent. Probably too independent.Her. Much like the panties, her bra also had to eventually give way from expansion and just become focusedly tighter resulting in her attire mimicking that of even the most shameless stripper where her bra merely or perhaps barely covered the ever expansive widening darkened pools of her aureolas. And her panties instead of expanding widthfully, instead sunk inward between her pussy lips, borrowing themselves between each crack that was available to it. Arousal of the fabrics constricting nature. In the distance I see flowing hair so I zoom with my telescope and see her walking, the evening is crisp and foggy and she is panting foggy breathes as she gets a workout up the hill to our street. The wife checks in and I tell she is at the corner several minutes away so I take another look and see that from several houses away the heavy fog has moistened her hair and her shirt outlining her shoulders and trim body I remember from our coffee house chat. I peek out the window and she pauses for.