I get up and follow her to the blue, beat-up Ford Shelby her mom bought her for her 16th birthday. We both get in the car and fly out of the school pa...king lot. Amanda, what are you doing later? Laura asks, while she cranks up the music. Ummm, I dont know. Why? I want to come over and have dinner. Laura was always one to barge her way into things. She never approached anything discreetly, and she always spoke her mind (which got a little annoying at times). Well, my mom isnt cooking tonight,. In the meantime I was still using my binoculars to scope out the lady across the parking lot who loved to work out in the buff. She always did it after a man had left the apartment. I didn't know if he was a boyfriend or a husband. One day I was standing in the nude as always waiting for her to come into her living room and do her exercises. I was scanning around the area, checking out all the windows that had no curtains drawn. Finally I returned to her apartment window. It was a 4 story. I stood there listening intently. It was quiet. I opened the door wider and peered out. There was nobody there. I opened the door fully and nervously stepped forward. I took another small step and then stood still counting to ten under my breath, shaking with excitement and fear. At ten I turned and hurried back into the cubicle, breathing deeply trying to calm myself. I ran through the scenario in my mind again. There was a dividing wall between the cubicles and washbasin area that blocked the. She looked down at her cum-covered breasts and felt the sticky cum on her face, its pungent scent filling the limo. None of it mattered. All that mattered was the inferno in her core - that quickly building pool of desire so desperately needing release. She writhed on Damian's lap, humping his fingers desperately, grinding her hips with fervency. She didn't care anymore where she was - not even that she was in a limo on a highway, going who knew where with two other people behind her.She.