She wore sexy leggings that day, and I assumed she wore no underwear. I took my chance and moved my hand to her ass, taking care to make sure the othe...s in the room didn't notice or were paying any attention.This time, she didn't react shocked or backed away. Instead, she pressed her nice little ass to my hand, and I could rub around. She adjusted her own movement in a way my finger got right at her asshole, and now I felt that I was right: she was wearing no underwear that day. At her. He actually looked smarter than I did.“Limousine for Mr Kafkasian,” he said.“Actually there’s been a change of personnel. I’m Mr Randell, substituting for Mr Kafkasian.” I was mildly annoyed that Cayenne hadn’t warned the limo company when she’d given them my address.“Do you have the prom package receipt?”“No. My partner, Miss Proctor, has it.”Fortunately the chauffeur took my word for it and didn’t kick up a fuss. He even opened the passenger door for me and waited until I was seated and. And who would ever suspect that she has a hot thing going with her own son?" How'd you get on to this?" asked Findley."I was staying in a motel one night," said Laura, "and I met this traveling salesman in the bar. We went back to my room and he spent the night with me. We fucked and talked, then talked and fucked. The one thing we didn't do that night was sleep. And during one of the times when we were talking, instead of fucking, this salesman said something that really got me to thinking. A. "Lean forward and spread your legs a little more," I said."What are you doing... I just showered and he will be home anytime." I'm going to fuck you," I growled, "lean forward and spread your legs a little."She did as asked and put down the hairbrush. She put her hands on the countertop and leaned forward while I pulled her hips towards me. I grabbed my swollen cock and brushed it between her pussy lips, the tip gliding through the silky layers, along the length of her slit. She let out a.