I'm there in shock, face to face (so to speak with my first real, live pussy. But she's not chocked, and she reaches up and grabs me by the shirt, pu...lling me down to kiss her, she drops her legs to either side and wraps them around my waist, and as we kiss, she pulls me forward, and I feel my spit-slicked cock slid into her.We both freeze, and then we both say "fuck it" and I start driving into her, she rips her shirt apart ad wiggles out of her bra as I keep pushing into her, her breasts. We arrived at the restaurant that Dave had booked earlier. My zipper slipped down just enough to show off a nice bit of cleavage. Feeling quite relaxed, I sat with my back to most of the diners, apart from the two tables to either side of us. As we were waiting for the menus, I noticed that the table cloth was draped quite low and had a spectacularly naughty thought. I asked Dave if it would excite him if I sat through the meal with my pussy totally uncovered. He did not need to be asked twice. "I saw smoke when I was on top of the hill," he told her softly, "The smoke wasn't coming from this direction. I have to go up on top of this hill and find out where that cabin or hunting camp is. It might be our ticket out of here. You take one of the guns and keep those two covered until I get back. Do you think you can do it?"Brenda nodded her head. She was terrified of the pair, but they seemed to be tied securely and she would have a gun. She like the pair even less now that she knew that. I had bought the powder-pink Nissan for my daughter for when she went to college. Now, unlike me, she was fully and gainfully employed, and after trading up she insisted I took her reliable old car since I had had to return my company car when I lost my job.When I rang the doorbell, it played something pretentious and classical that I didn’t quite recognise. I remembered hearing it on a recent supermarket advert and I had to quickly wipe the resultant smirk from my face when the door.