As you were concentrating on my breast, your friend slid his hands down my slender side and then up my skirt. “Damn girl, this is not a skirt, there...are shorts underneath.” “It’s called a skort, but don’t worry.” I spread my legs wide and put one foot on top of the bench, grabbed a side of the shorts and moved it over, to reveal a wet, soft, hairless pussy. “There is that better?” He entered one finger into my pussy, then slid in another and vigorously started to stroke me with an up and down,. Suddenly my head jolts back and I look up at him. He smirks down at me. I am on my knees in front of him, pretty pink bra covering the swell of my breasts, hiding those delicious nipples he tortures for me and those lacy pink panties wrapped around my hips, covering my dripping pussy, his pussy. His hand tightly holding my wrists, I blink up at him confused. Tell me you are mine he says. I am yours, I belong to you I whimper my heart pounding with confusion and desire. Then clean me up he tells. As it was it took fifteen minutes by car to her house from his. But whenever he went out with his friends she went too, and he longed for his license so he could take her out on his own, just the two of them, without having to wait for a ride.His parents loved her, and she liked going over there and didn't seem to mind putting up with them. His parents were pretty cool about stuff, but he wasn't about to attempt to lock them out of his room with her in there.A month into their relationship. It’s a wonder we did not have an accident since he was rarely looking at the road. Linda had her left hand on my right thigh during the taxi ride. I knew that it was mostly just to have a point of reference since she could not see, but she did rub and caress my thigh during the trip and it did cause me to get a very large erection.When we got out of the taxi I noticed that Sethy had hesitated before closing the front door of the taxi and she seemed a little agitated. I made a mental note to ask.