Sally really could ride as Joshua soon found out and she owned that car a few hours later. Sighting the locusts stirred memories of Sally. She didn’... meet her demise in that Mustang. No, a Hell’s Angel bumped her off his Harley as they were engaged in some sort of sexual liaison on the moving bike. That was the rumor anyway. Joshua knew nothing of the computerized systems in the newer vehicles, but he could make an old Harley purr. He considered rebuilding and reconditioning old Harleys his. "Now, now," she said with a knowing smirk, "don't stop on my account."I decided then that, if she was trying to make a point, well, I couldplay that game. Instead of stopping, I pulled my hand from my pussyand licked my fingers clean. I then changed the bottles and switchedthe pump to my other breast. My free hand slid down my shorts, down mypanties, and went to work on my pussy and clit with gusto. I moanedloudly as I got into it and rocked my hips erotically. "Am I a goodgirl," I asked. Bronzed skin, blue eyes and blonde hair. I could see where Sharon got her looks from.He didn't flinch. He just kept looking at my breasts. I got up from the lounger without putting my blouse on. Now he could see me in all my glory. I allowed him to ogle me for a while longer before I put one arm in my blouse sleeve, threw it around my back and struggled to get my other arm in. He came to the rescue and held my blouse while my arm searched for the arm opening. I noticed that he was still. I had seen her in these types of clothing before, while we were just crawling into bed, but it never looked as sexy as it looked right then. It was a silky blue nightgown that came just above her ass. I could almost see the bottom of her her pussy or maybe I just knew where it started and ended from experience. Either way, I couldn’t control myself. I toll her, picked her up and laid her on her back on the patio table. I hiked up her nighty, the little bit I needed to and just looked at her in.