”“Take the wet ones off for me, baby.”“Yes, Miss.” Her smile would have melted ice.Holding her knickers against my nose, I inhaled. “You s...ill smell good, you know.”“Thanks …. Fuckkkkkk, Miss.” It was me suddenly twisting two fingers into her, my knuckles stretching her slick pussy walls, that caused that whimper.Embedded, my fingers slowly scissoring, I whispered, “Look at me, baby.”Her eyes met mine; nervous but needy.“You are going to cum for me, sweetie. And you know what Miss Jennie. ? A noblegoal, but one that doesn't mean she didn't get frisky.? And let's face it, masturbation only goes sofar, especially when she could have own real life sex-toy; which is somethingwe'd joked about from time to time.? ??????????? With me,she didn't have to worry about sex or entangled relationships.? It was oral sex or fingers or whatever shefelt like, when she felt like it.? For meit was exploring this kinky little interest of mine and being taught the insand outs of oral sex by a. I hadnt passed another car for atleast 2 hours. And it was another 2 hours to the nearest town. All I had was a frilly mini skirt and a tube top and my string bikini kexs. I could see my nipples poke through the top. I hadn’t worn a bra. I don’t generally wear tube tops as I had 34DD breasts. I could see something coming from down the road. As it came closer I could see it was a huge 4WD.I started waving like mad. It started slowing down as it got closer. I had a moment of fear as I had no. The three idiots we'd fought got the worst of it. A couple of them picked up their fallen buddy and carried him off on shaky legs. But more kids were arriving, by the carload.We kept shouting at the crowds that this party was invite only, and only people that we knew were actually Charlotte's friends would be allowed inside. Most of them left peacefully, with only minor grumbling, a few of them had words for us, but left peacefully enough. The ones we knew were okay, were allowed inside, but.