My mind went places it probably shouldn’t have. I kept willing you to lean over and kiss me or to feel you ‘accidentally’ brush against my breas...s as you reached out to hug me. We wandered into the mall, and downstairs to get our cookies. You teased me about my choice of cookies and I teased you about your indecision on whether your coke would be frozen or not. We found a table and started eating. I resisted the urge to reach out and touch your hand; we were only there as friends, yes there. He yawned suddenly. “I’m so sorry,” he said. “Nothing to do with the present company, I assure you!”“I would think not,” Meg said archly. “Gentlemen pay good money for an afternoon of my time, I’ll have you know.”They both laughed.“And where is your gentleman this week?” Tobias asked.“Away with some business or family matter or other,” Meg said with a casual wave of her hand. “So I’m free to entertain myself as I see fit,” she said with a naughty wink.“And how would you like to be entertained?”. ”“Yep. I think you’re right….here, grab that arm, I’ll help you get him to the car.”We walked Wayne to the car, and…while Jack held him up…I opened the door to the back seat so we could maneuver him inside. As we laid him on the back seat, Jack stepped back so I could take it from there, and I bent over Wayne’s inert form as I pushed, pulled and wrestled him onto the back seat for the ride home.In this position, my butt was sticking out of the car door as I worked on Wayne, with my wrap-around. . tell me much you like my finger in your hot little cunthole, baby!" Melissa looked up at him, her wide brown eyes deep pools of adolescent lust. She didn't care that he was a stranger, all that mattered right now was the pleasure his finger was generating in her extremely aroused young pussy. "Oh Ted! It feels so nice! Put it in deeper... play with me... please!" The girl was panting now, her cheek pressed tightly up against Ted's shirt-front. His finger felt more than just nice, it felt.