And her tits looked good in that leather halter top. Bouncing and jiggling. She was built. Built real nice.The smell of her exotic perfume had filled ...the car when she got in. And she let her long blonde locks fall over the headrest and into the back. Enveloping Dustin as he lay there in the darkness. He played with her luxuriant hair a little bit while she drove, running his hands through it, holding it against his face, but she didn’t seem to notice. She smelled good. Real good. And he could. She reached behind herself and slid a hand up her top, a close-fitting babydoll tee with a "vintage" metal band logo stretched across the bust. Twist-snap, and her bra come loose, her tits practically catapulting out of it. She shrugged and squirmed and slid the lacey black thing—she'd imagined a possible treat for Greg if she was feeling like it later—out from under her shirt and dropped in on the table."You can't do that," Greg grumbled, his ears turning red as he glanced sidelong at. The next instant his right hand groped my other breast so hard that i screamed out. "Oh yeah, baby, scream for me!", he encouraged me enthusthiastically "that is turning me on like crazy, i love your voice like that!" he kneaded my breast with his hand while he started chewing on the other one, biting my nipple once in a while. my screams were echoing from the walls. unfortunately it actually did turn him on even more. he was grunting and moaning as he continued my torture. i could feel his. “I don’t know mister,” she responded. After a few seconds she added, “Because I wee weed on your grass?” she asked somewhat confused.“Well sort of, but mostly because after you wee wee’d, you didn’t wipe yourself,” I told her.“I know, but when I’m out, I sometimes forget to take tissues”.“You know, if you don’t wipe after your urinate, you can get a bad infection between your legs that could stay with you the rest of your life?”“I know, mummy tells me that too, but sometimes I just can’t.