She hadn't realized that she was gripping his shirt and she released it and moved her hands up to grip his neck. He had made his way down to her lower...back, just above her bottom, his hands rested there for the moment. She felt his reaction to the kiss through his jeans and without meaning to, pressed her middle up against it and a high pitched whimper escaped her. She heard him growl and suddenly his hands were squeezing her behind and pressing her into him. He broke the kiss, but didn't let. She reached behind her and massaged his heavy ball sack as she picked up speed. Robert had to bite his lip to stop himself from crying out not only because of the physical sensations wracking through his body, but also the ethereal being slowly fucking him to oblivion. He started to buck upward to meet her thrusts as she leaned forward to kiss him. He felt her tongue lick the nectar that his tongue could not reach smeared over his face as he felt her orgasm approach. He quickly dipped his. Mike is at the wheel as we laugh and get our buzz on going down the highway.I start to doze off,from the long ride.Finally I can no longer hear the radio and I have drifted off into tranquility.My friend has been drinking a little too much. The conversation between she and Mike become very sexual. My friend starts to get turned on from the conversation. She cracks the window to let the summer wind blow inside. The wind feels like a soft caress against her body. She begins to lift her dress up. "Would you call the cops?" he asked."We'll talk about it later," she suggested."Oh hell," Jefferson said helplessly, “Then I guess that’s what I’ll have to do.”Miss Reilly stared at him, “You can’t be serious!" but he grabbed her and pushed her against a wall and tore the front of her dress wide open revealing her small white panties and bra.He saw her nipples already responding and as he grabbed her panties he saw a small wet patch beginning to form. "Let me help!" she said as she fumbled.