Yet he made no move to reach over and touch it. That's what I wanted him to do. Reach over and touch me, reach over and finger me. One little touch wo...uld be more than enough to send me into orgasmic bliss. But he kept both of his meaty hands on the steering wheel as he chuckled."Small part of me wondered if you'd show up today. But I knew, I knew, you were the real deal. Bet you did your homework too, eh?" Yes, sir," I whispered."Get it out," he commanded. "Read it to me."I let my skirt drop. His hand slipped under my soaking panties, and instinct immediately took over as I grabbed his arm. ‘Do you want me to stop?’ he mumbled, knowing from the wet spot his finger rested over that I didn’t. I vigorously shook my head, and he removed my underwear gracefully. Beginning again at my stomach and kissing down, he gently moved his tongue between my lips, before working over my clit. ‘Oh, my god,’ I gasped. Why had I not done this with anyone sooner? Faster and faster, his tongue flicked. His cock head stretching her soft, wet walls until he was sliding home gently and deeply. Jess shuddered. He stopped, buried balls deep with his thickness inside her. Jess held her breath, deliciously, provocatively impaled. Their love play was apparently unnoticed. Thankfully, Kane’s grey greatcoat hid their activities and they were aided by Jess’s choice of a tight, short skirt with her windbreaker. Her pussy was now reaping the benefits of a surge of morning creativity. In anticipation of. Eventually it came to her pussy. Yes, tonight I'd call it by it's polite name: her pussy. Maybe it would someday be my pussy.I lapped at her labia. Long, slow strokes from asshole to her clit. Well, almost to her clit. When I got close, I ended the stroke and dipped down to start another. It was hard to do, 'cause my fingers were constantly stroking at the 'innie' that was hiding behind her labia. She had medium-long outer labia and just the hint of her inner labia peeking out. I doubt that any.