I was looking right at him when one of his nasty ideas popped into his head. He unlocked the car, reached in and grabbed a couple of tissues. He hande...d them to me and said, “I don’t want you to stain my mother’s seats with your wet pussy. Go over there by the trashcan. Use the tissues to wipe your pussy.”I looked at the nearby trashcan. There are two young men in shirts and ties standing right beside it having a quiet conversation. A shiver of perverse excitement ran through my body. I know. Stepping through the gates, Mike turned back and asked Pete, “By the way, you haven’t happened to see my wife come this way, have you? A girl about my height, red wine hair, gorgeous emerald eyes ... have you seen her?”Thinking for a moment, Pete replied, “I see a whole lot of people come through here, so I can’t be certain, but that description does sound familiar.”Breathing a sigh of relief, Mike waved goodbye to Pete and entered the enormous building as the gates locked behind him. As he. I felt the tension in her body building. I kept licking her. Suddenly she screamed, “Oh yes!” And then she shuddered and cried as the waves of pleasure rolled through her body. I waited. Gradually the intensity of Jeanne's orgasm began to diminish. Her breathing slowed and she released her vice grip on my head. I looked up at her and smiled. My face was coated with the moisture of her lust. Smiling back, Jeanne said, “Michael, that was wonderful. During your trip you certainly learned how to. "I sat forward and brought her hand to my lips. There were tears in her eyes and her voice quivered with the emotions she was feeling."Then you don't have to be afraid anymore," I promised her, "Because that someone is sat right here in front of you. This is us just starting out. First day at school stuff. Me, at thirty and you at eighteen."Heather looked up surprised."You're how old?" Just gone thirty," I smiled, "Didn't you know?"She shook her head. "No, well, I mean, I imagined you were a.