As I parted my legs, I imagined how he would react when he saw me the way I was thinking. I opened my tight jeans sliding my fingers inside, feeling t...e wetness of my panties as I caressed myself through the soft cotton, feeling the hairs moving under my fingers, as I played with my lips. The gentlest touch on my clit as I leaned back on the chair with a soft moan, finally allowing my fingers to slide under the wet panties, led by the images conjured in my head. I felt my engorged lips, opened. She had on a perfume that I always associate with two things: her and sex. She used to spray it on my pillow and then put a pair of her panties under the pillow; or when we would be going to church or a wedding she would spray that stuff and it got to the point where I would catch the least little whiff of it and get hard as a teen. It was having a similar affect on me Friday evening as well and I reached down to do a little adjusting! My fingers had no more than left my lap than Kay’s hand. The more inappropriate and risky, the more it excited her, heightening the experience.Masturbating in the privacy of her own home wasn't enough for Mary anymore. And to that end, she often held off masturbating or at least cumming before leaving the house, preferring to get herself off during her morning commute. There was something about exposing, and wildly fingering herself while driving down the highway that satisfied some deep need in Mary. Becoming quite practiced at masturbating behind. "She thanked him for being so thorough. His answer chilled her."I don't think you realize, yet, just how high the stakes are." Oh, yes I do. I realized that as soon as they dragged Sharon into it."Sharon agreed with Jack's precautions, and she dug out the big straw hatsthey'd gotten on the cruise, back when they'd first met Rod and George.She also found a pair of sunglasses from the same trip."How do I look?" Sharon asked when she was ready to go."Like Audrey Hepburn."Sharon scowled."I'd have.