Like mentally.”“That’s right. Now you got it figured out.”“:) so you aren’t unhappy?”“Nope. I know I’ll have my chance”Then she re...ally surprises me. She asks out loud if she can lay her head on my lap. She asks mom if she can put her feet on hers, too - like stretch out on the seat. She’s not very tall.I don’t know how to react. Surely after all our talk she knows what’s up in my lap? But she has made it a public request by talking, and mom is involved, and saying it’s fine. I can’t say no and. “Would you like me to unbutton your jeans,” I asked hesitantly, like a seventeen year old boy asks his sixteen year old girlfriend. “Yes, please,” she responded. I hadn’t been expecting her to respond to willingly or politely and felt myself getting even harder. I couldn’t wait to taste her moisture. But, again, I asked, “Are you wet, Erin?” “Yes,” she responded, “I’m very wet.” I undid her belt buckle and slowly pulled the belt through her loops. Her breathing became deeper and her fingers. Gently adjusting his ball and prick in his underwear. Squeezing them gently as if say, ‘until the next time.’ And zipping and buckling him in.They walk to the door arm in arm. There they cling to each other kissing more. Finally, Abbie pulls back and again thanks him for the flowers and dinner. Finishing saying, “And thank you for coming back as you did, and all that followed. Please know I will understand if you change your mind, but I really hope you don’t.”Tim responds, “I don’t want to. He kissed her swollen lips, watching them shake at his touch. Suddenly, he spun her around. She bent over before him, leaning on her arms against the door. He threw her skirt up over her waist and grabbed her panties. He pulled the skimpy things down her tanned legs. Ashley stepped out of them, presenting her pussy to him once again. He grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart, exposing her asshole to him, but also exposing the pink lips of her vagina. He buried his face in her ass, his.