.I opened the first two buttons of my shirt. Manoj wasn’t looking at me. I looked at the view mirror and saw that he was more interested in the road... than me. To grab his attention I said ” Manoj please see if you can get a chilled soft drink, I am thirsty “. Manoj looked at me and said ” Ok Ma’am “. But his eyes got glued. He was staring at my cleavage like a hungry lion. To make things worse….I pulled my skirt up a little. That showed him my milky fleshy thighs. Suddenly Manoj braked the car. Licking and biting what a pleasure she was so soft, so hot nd was pulling me hard on her boobs in the process my hands were free. I used them to unbutton her jeans and by the time she counld realize my hand was inside her panty nd finger in her love triangle. She was surprised at my speed and held my hand as if coming out of trance. No we are married and all that shit she started blabbering. I knew I would not make a valid point and best logic in such cases is to focus on the area in reach, so. When she got up, Laurel followed her. Laura had been right - Laurel was cute, had a fantastic, muscular body with small breasts and a killer smile.“He looks yummy, Laura! You were right!” Laurel said.Laura rolled her eyes and Laurel stepped up and gave me a hug. There was more than a suggestion in that hug - this girl simply oozed sex from every pore. She reminded me of Cindi in that way, though she was a LOT younger. Even back when I was fifteen and sixteen I thought that thirteen was too. I didn't have to worry about my erection. His legs being held up and spread wide, Franz's prune-like hole and his respectable genitals displayed and vulnerable was enough to rush additional blood to my cock that secreted a dew-drop of fluid, the first ever, completing my self-image of pride and prowess having so many eyes on me. I had entered a new phase of puberty.Franz was tight. His anal muscles struggled to prevent the one-way anatomical valve from being forced to conform from its intended.