I love that feeling.She got into the car and we took off. It’s a two seater and the hood was down. Her legs were stretched out in front and slightly...parted, her hair was dark, and she looked straight at me as she lifted her arms showing me her armpits rich with the thick curly hair there, as smoothed her hair.‘Where are we going,’ she asked ‘I hope you’re not going to **** me.’‘Not unless you want me to,’ I said ‘Oh. So what are you going to do?’ she asked.I pulled over and stopped in a vacant. Foreplay is always a joy, the feel of her skin as I move my hands over her body. The knowledge that she is going to submit her body to me, let me fuck her, use her, make love to her. That feeling is supreme, that feeling of taking her, making her mine. Don't get me wrong, it's not always me on top, or me taking her, that would get old no matter how much a guy might like to dominate his woman. I like it just fine when she's the aggressor, when she is feeling me up and her need is hot between her. Becky chose then to replace the empty mimosa glasses with fresh drinksand walked away."Please understand," I leaned toward her still whispering for noapparent reason, "my biggest fear is getting caught. First, I feelreally strange talking to you about it because I am still trying toaccept the fact that you know. Nobody knew until last night. What if atwork I have to bend down and pull cables and my shirt was to ride up,and someone saw I was wearing panties I wouldn't know what to do.. I fucked her shallow hole with my tongue, the sweet taste of her little girl juice making me even hornier.I held her body tight against me, my arm around her little waist, while I grasped one of her ass cheeks with the other hand, holding her crotch against my mouth.As I began sucking her clit again, probing her moist little pussy hole with my thumb, I felt her body twist on top of me as if she were trying to look behind her."Oh-oh god da-daddy," she cried. "Wha-what are you do-doing too m-my.