For a second or two she didn’t notice me. Her mind was totally absorbed in the fact that she masturbating her clit, and as she worked at that vibran... pink love button, her head was looking towards the ceiling moaning sensuously.Well as you can imagine, my cock was jerking up to attention inside my jeans and starting to throb, I mean who would have expected to see such a sight on a rainy Wednesday?Suddenly, as if tipped off by some sort of sixth sense, the girl turned around and fell back onto. I know that she would never do anything like that if she was sober or even a little bit drunk. This was the first time I ever felt a pussy, she held my hand and put her other hand over my fingers. When she curled her fingers over mine, my index finger went right down the slit and I felt a soaking wet pussy. Up to that point it had all been drunk talk by this older woman. Suddenly my cock sprang to life. I got so fucking hard, a second time without relief now.Then we reached her drive way and I. She was only 19 years old and this was her first serious job after an internship at the firm. She took the bag, said goodbye to her friend and left the booth straight to the parking lot. She started slowly. It was July, the day promised to be a hot and even now, despite the early hour, the sun was warm well. Headed across the parking lot toward the settlement. Agnes was a pretty girl, long straight hair flowing over her shoulders, her mouth was full. She was dressed in a very tight jeans that. “Oh well, I’ll be around and I’m sure we can find some things to do together!” she said with a smile that lit up the room.That day passed quickly, as we ate, watched television and before I knew it the time had reached just past eleven. I had never been in the same house, never mind the same room as a girl for so long in all my life.“I think I’m gonna head to bed!” I said as I yawned and rose up and walked to the door. “Okay, happy dreams!” she said with a deep smile. I made my way upstairs to.