Somehow you have got your hand behind me, and I can feel it stroking lightly over my bum, then sliding round my hip and lingering on my thigh. I feel ... little shiver of pleasure run through my body. Your hand moves round to the front, I suck in my breath as it reaches the plump bulge of my pudenda in my tight thin jeans. My arm is round your back, resting on you, but now I pull you against me, acknowledging your touch. Your hand stays where it is, and I feel your finger pressing against my. . He must think you’re his new girlfriend... !”She giggled then said, “Can we try what you said the other day... ? You know ... with Rambo.”“You mean like what we did in the bedroom... ?”“Yes ... And I saw a video on the computer so I know how to do it... !”“What you mean with a dog... !”“Yes it was two girls and two dogs, they were doing all kinds of stuff and my mum nearly caught me... !”“Really... ! Listen Angela, you have to be careful and don’t forget to clean the history.”“But it was. I was begging for it, begging to cum. She did everything she could to enjoy it, I could feel the rhythm, the rhythm of her breasts slapping against my chest, I could feel her hot pussy lips wrapped around my cock. All I wanted to do was cum, I used all the resources I had to put my orgasm to an ultimate end.All of that was lost when she let go, pulled her little body off me, dropped to the floor and slid off my cock. Before I could stop her, stood up and grabbed a towel. I started to slowly. "Do I have to wait in there?" We could wait out here," said Bjorn. "But the cooling inside the car is so much nicer."Carlos could not argue with that. The dry hot Mexican wind was not a pleasant one.He stepped inside the Hummer. Theresa sat beside him. Bjorn sat in the driver's seat.There was a barrier between the front and back seats, but the window was open so they could talk. Unfortunately, there wasn't much to talk about.Bjorn Swenson was from Stockholm. He specialized in security. Two.