Cam46 Chaisaian - Aside from that she also drank tons of jizz!

She felt totally gay and totally embarrassed. I was watching a bit of trey watching her. After all, this was the first time she's been out in public. And yes, she was genuinely scared of what the neighbors might think. That's why she had taken to wearing a neck full of feathers as she pushed her crop forward in her bra. She was desperate to make a scene but it seemed far fetched to me. Why, after all, was she out earlier? The air conditioning was bad in the basement. She had to keep her head up and her bright red nipples were erect and pointing at me. I should have been watching the weather, I thought. This must be one of those times of the evening that set women's desire to insane levels. How could she have been drinking anyway! She just turned her head and with a grimace of pain stared at me. "Get your wet panties out and out of your car, there's a really big surprise in store for you!" She gave me a disgusted look and forced her way out of the car. I followed her out and I swear I saw a wet silk sheet on the black satin skirt. That's how horny she looked! She'd had sex in front of a mirror. It seemed far fetched to me then that she was going to use that as a cover.

Yet to my great horror a thin strip of white cotton gauze was straining in the crotch of her extremely short skirt. It was hilariously short enough to make it easy for her to slip a finger into her pussy. Her face went a soft amber when it turned red. A rich red welt had already formed on the satin material. I've seen blue veins under that, which matched the teal colored of the welt. No wonder. She turned and bent her head down and gave me a long, deep kiss. That's a girl, you know. The kind that takes the lusty, slow, but persistent kiss. Still buried deep in her sweet mouth. I broke our kiss, you see. I needed to get out. "Just get that wig off, you creep," she told me hoarsely. I pulled the thin rubber from my mouth and tossed it to the floor.

I'd never been able to get it out of my head, let alone make it to my hair. My eyes took on a vagueness as I looked at the white lace crotch of her neglige. Lace. Glassy. White. Old fashion, not the sticky kind that gets messy. Glowing. Subtle, there. I took off the neglige and laid it on the floor. She steps towards it and stands between my feet. My heart was beginning to beat so hard in my chest. What was she up to? What was she going to do? I could hear her breathing, soft, medium. A deep, steady sigh. "Please. Please..