I like to drive around or do what i need to do while touching myself. rubbing my clit, or fingering my pussy. kikinamweeeeeeeeee. hahaha. anyways, whe... i get too turned on and i want to cum. i'll park at a random park and move to the back seat. mo' room, mo' betta ;)i sit on the middle seat in the back, lift my legs and put my feet on the drivers seat and passenger head rest. i get a rush rubbing my clit when people are walking past. my ass almost got caught a couple of times, but tbh it helped. She pulled her lehnga up to her thighs.I got the indication. I pulled the netted cloth down again and pushed the red satin below the net till her hips, now the light was falling through the net of the lehnga at her red lacy panty. In that dim light also, I could figure the difference in shades of the panty, a patch of her juices. I sniffed it. It smelled rosy Jasmine added with a peculiar smell, maybe of her love juices. I touched her above the patch. It was moist there. She felt electrified. I. Then I slowly moved my hip and removed my cock and lay over the bed. She lovingly turned towards me and placed her head over my chest and her legs over me. I asked her how she was feeling now. She replied she was completely satisfied and her hunger for sex has increased after tasting it.. I said don’t worry darling there is still 3 days and we would enjoy for full extent.We remained in the same position and had some sexy chats. Now again I wanted her ass. She readily agreed for it and. For days, every time I thought of my son’s secret stash, I grinned, hoping my silence about it would annoy the fuck out of him. I had my own grindstone tearing at me. My respect and friendship with Claire remained absolute, but working with her, day after day, reminded me of how I had suffered for her righteousness. And she was the rare type who never craved sex. Lucky cunt!I knew it wasn’t her fault. Maybe it was somewhat mine, but it took a lot of willpower to turn my thoughts away from guilt.