But as she started to move, she felt his hand once more on her ass, only this time it was under her skirt.His large, warm hand cupped her cheeks, gent...y massaging them in turn. He stroked each one in slow, rhythmic circles, pressing his digits into the firm flesh. Her breathing sped up even more when he rested his cupped hand on her tail bone. His hand was large enough to palm a good portion of her ass, his fingers resting low, just above her dampening sex. His dexterous fingers then began to. The idea of someone being able to see into his low-riding car as they passed us crossed my mind, but it felt so fucking good I didn't care. In fact, I felt slightly turned on by the notion."Yes, baby; oh fuck, that feels so good," I moaned as he increased his speed slightly, alternating between fingering my soaking wet hole and making circles on my swollen clit. "How are you so good?" I gasped.I was starting to lose total control. Frantically, I pulled my dress up and off, wiggling to get it. Then I pressed her booby with removing bra for 5 mins and saw her panty getting wet, after 5 minutes, then I asked her to turn back.I removed her bra hook and massaged her back, she was moaning with closed eyes she told she cannot wait longer and wants to have me. Then I put my hand inside her panty, felt wetness and started rubbing the clit for another 5 minutes. At this time she seems be in full swing and making all such sexy reactions. Then I pulled her panty and freed her. Saw brownish. But even if I could somehow arrange to make that return trip on the bus with Cory, I have already resolved that it’s over. I’m not sure how much of that strong resolve was a result of the fact that I have no way of getting in touch with him.We packed up the car and headed home. We don’t often make cross country trips without planning at least one or two stops at some tourist attraction or some historic city.But this time we had to hurry home. Jeff has already taken more time off than he could.