My hand ran over her upper thighs starting on the outside, moving inwards. I knew where it was headed: she did too. She had thin and quite tight trous...rs on, that anyone taking discreet(ish) glances of the sort I did would leave in no doubt as to the physical nature of her femininity. Sadly before the target was reached she took my hand and gently removed it. I can see her point. Even if- big if- she felt as attracted as I did this was not really private. And she may not have wanted passengers,. --- "Lilly." --- she said --- "I'm sorry. It was a bad idea."--- "What? Why? I think you had a good time." --- said Lilly with a smile --- "And the girls also."--- "Yeah. But I should have not done that without asking. I mean inviting them." --- she said with a sad tone --- "And yesterday night ... I should have not spied on you. And order you to ..."--- "You worry too much." --- said Lilly, taking Amy's hands --- "You said it to me once, and you were right." --- she smiled --- "When you caught. He stood up awkwardly, his rod as hard as ever. JJ took his cock in her hand and wanked his shaft slowly, She put her other hand between her legs and fingered herself deeply, covering her fingers in her juices, which she transferred to his cock, moistening his shiny head. She squeezed the tip, rolling her fingers over the end in a figure of eight and then spat in her hand and used her saliva for extra lubrication. Even before she had put his cock in her mouth, a little pre-cum began to ooze. ”“You’re talking like she’s in an abusive relationship.”“She might be,” I say while trying to use my spoon to help with my noodles. I could never figure this part out.“With a woman?”“Women can be abusive, too.”Carl lets out something that’s a cross between a snort and a laugh.“It’s not funny,” I reprimand.“And to be clear, you don’t mean physically abusive, right?” he asks.“Right. Psychologically or something.”“Maybe Maria’s into it.” He shrugs and takes another oversized bite of pasta. Red.