When she did pull away, there was only surprise on her face. She blushed again, and looked down at her lap. “I couldn’t stop myself, J...nny.” I said, quietly. “Wuh wuh why?” she said, and I could tell she was crying. I only hoped they were not tears of sadness. “I th-th-th-think you know why.” Ah, my stutter again. She looked up at hearing it, her eyes glisten- ing. I still could not tell what her tears meant. “Maybe,” she said.. How I wanted to just frigg it really hard and cum while he touched me without seeing his face.I had to force my fingers to be still as his hand slowly glided along my arm and was touching the waist band of my thong. I could feel his fingers like a large spider slowly creep under my waistband and along my wrist towards my fingers. My pussy was trying to devour my fingers as though it was saying come on I want you to play with me and my juices were boiling over inside me till they had started to. The car was not his, but belonged to some 30 something year old hot looking woman, who was the trophy wife of an old rich guy in his 60s. The con artist was actually in his upper 20s and he had also ripped off the woman and the old rich guy too.My buddies and I had gone looking for him but we never located him as he was a pro at this sort of thing. Kelli then had to tell her dad about the money being stolen and all. It was a very bad experience for her.This all had just happened by the. I held it for a good long time, before she squealed and pulled away."I need more," she said. "I need..." she reached down and grabbed my full hard on through my jeans.I sharply took in a breath. I hadn't realized I had a boner.She ripped of my shirt with strength seemingly impossible for her delicate hands.Her cool hands stroked my chest, moving down slowly to my belt buckle.And then, all of a sudden, my pants were off, and I was laying there in my boxers. I would wonder how she did that in.