My left hand slides around, touching, pleasuring, distracting so that she doesn’t overload on clit and cunt. She likes it when I tease and pinch her...nipple, so I’m communicating touch in three key pleasure points. My left fingertips are teasing and prodding her nipple, my two fingers of my right hand are enough inside her clenching cunt to have my fingertips hooked up and firmly stroking the upper inner wall just past her tight ring, and my tongue is actively stimulating her clit with licks and. ‘And doesn’t that feel good to you, Betsy, sitting there and letting someone else tell you what to do?’ ‘…yes…’ The rubbing felt even better, now, and Betsy arched her hips up into it. ‘It feels good when someone tells you what to do…’ Another rub. ‘What to say…’ Fingers on her nipples now, pinching and tweaking them through her clothes. ‘What to think…’ ‘yes…’ Betsy couldn’t deny it–someone was telling her what to do, what to say, what to think, and it was swamping her mind with bliss. Her. I noticed my cock was starting to get hard every step i took torwd her.if i let my primative intencts take over i would have jumped her right there in front of the whole school.When her hand touched mine i felt a trimmer up my arm . I took my last step to her and she reached up and kissed me right smack on the lips.My heart dropped I felt kristens breast brush up my chest her nipples were hard and i could tell that she was very happy to see me. She let go of my hand from the hand shake she. Never before had she masturbated herself to such a powerful cum. Was it the pee? Perhaps it was being outside naked? Maybe it was the risk involved. A combination? She read several more letters while pondering the situation. Finally she sighed, and decided there was only one way she would ever really know. Steeling her nerves, she pulled her shirt back off, and opened the door.Stepping out into the cool night air a breeze wafted over her bare skin. At first she just stood there, beside the van,.