I ended up on my side with an arm under his neck. Mike’s hands started exploring. His touch felt good on my tits. His touch drifted lower. His finge...tips explored my recent shaving. I was surprised by the thought that his fingertips were not being overtly sexual despite where they were placed. I was comfortable and could have slept that way except for my arm under his neck which was starting to go numb. I finally had to move my arm.Mike told me what I had expected. “Jay and Pam wanted to assure. I was desperate for his touch, wanting nothing more than to be groped and used by his strong hands.He hooked his thumbs under each side of my panties and gently pushed up, pulling the soft fabric into my ass crack. The pressure of the panties in my ass giving me more pleasure than I thought humanly possible.He continued to push and pull on my bottom, getting great enjoyment out of each moan I let out. As he would press down on each cheek slowly pulling them apart, I want to scream for him to. She folded them up and set them on top of the shirt and next to the shoes. She straightened back up and looked at her audience, her face visibly flushed. She reached behind her to release the catches on her bra. It shot forward off her shoulders, and her stiffened nipples and perky breasts were exposed to the gaze of her roommates and landlord. She dropped the bra on top of the growing pile of clothes and then slowly worked her panties down to her ankles. She stood back up, dropping the panties. The seats were of particular interest.She explained that the seats directed warm air to your butt in the winter and directed cool air to your butt in the summer heat.Feeling like messing with her, I mentioned that this must be CONSERVATIVE truck. Looking a bit angry, she asked why I thought it was a CONSERVATIVE truck.I explained that “if it were a Liberal truck, the seats would just blow smoke up your ass year-round!”I had to walk back to the dealership. But it was worth it.An Indian walks.