We got back into the car and he put his hand on my leg. I was trying to play it off but I was horny as fuck. Something about certain liquors just ge...s me horny as hell. I close my eyes as his hand rubs my leg. My pussy is soaking wet, mainly from the drinks, but wet none the less. As I opened my eyes he was leaning in to kiss me. I blocked the kiss and in the same motion redirected his head toward my lap. I’m not sure if what I did was even intentional on my part, but he moved right. We call him Dave."Caroline's brain whizzed a mile a minute. It couldn't be. Could it? After all this time, through all this distance?Then the door opened, and there he was. Fifteen years had gone by, and he still looked the same-oh, a little bit more filled out around the edges, but basically the same. He was six feet tall, black wavy hair, dark brown eyes with a hint of mischief in them. Broad shoulders, tight chest. Damn. He was still gorgeous."Hi Boss," he said, walking in the office.. The dresses were just too short to keep such a view hidden. Even girls who were self-conscious about the exposure and would pull down their little skirts an inch to protect their modesty early in the morning, would have gotten tired of this by lunch time and seeing all their friends were also showing panties, I think they became u*********sly more comfortable about it. (Nowadays when I drive past the local school disco and see how spectacularly short the dresses are, and often girls are. Her hand searched down between their tightly clasped bodies and located the heated hardness of his eight- year-old penis. He gasped as the hot searing tips of her fingers closed completely around his swollen cock. He tried to put himself at ease, as she told him to do, and he was achieving some success. Something in the back of his mind told him to kiss her again, and his small lips pressed against hers. He could feel her tongue battering against his mouth, and he opened it, allowing their.