With each stroke of my hand, I worked further and further toward his flank. He licked my face. I ran my hand down his back leg and he made a few humpi...g motions. His cock looked wet and was dripping. I slid my hand toward his shaft and let my finger run the length. I could see the knot still in the sheath trying to push through. It was so big! He started licking my face again as I pulled a little precum from his tip with my finger. Just a taste. He almost got to my finger before me but I won. As I drove up his lane, I could see him putting a horse in its stall. I was not entirely made up but had worn a black skirt and white blouse for comfortable travel. For background, I’m a light redhead with green eyes. Glenn has light brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. He’s tall with a firm working man’s body. I honked my horn at him and waved. I was pretty sure I saw a smile break out as he waved back. As I walked up to him, he was definitely smiling. I felt like he was checking me out and it. Up and down, up I down, I rub my index finger, feeling it become slick with the body butter. I scoop another small dollop and do the same to middle finger, ensuring that both my fingers are coated with the vanilla cream. By now, the fingertip of my right index finger is coated in the cream, as well. I spread my legs, and press that same fingertip to my clit. Softly, gently, I add pressure to that point, circulating my fingertip slowly and feeling my body tighten instantly. I move my left hand. . and groaned in disbelief as he moved away to resume kissing and nibbling at her thighs!“Please!” Karen heard her own voice, uncertain if it was a plea for him to stop or for more. This could only end in frustration but it felt so very good... Logan paused to raise his head and look at her. Mischief and lust danced in his dark green eyes. “What do you want? Tell me.”What did she want? The words rattled around in her head. Was this a trick? Some cruel mind game? No, she knew Logan was not that.