He told me I looked really nice (at least he seemed OK with the jeans - most guys expect me to show up for a suburban lunch in a sequined low cut gown...), and we got a table and were seated. I ordered the grilled fish special, and we talked a little as we waited.As sometimes happens, he seemed like a nice guy, but the chemistry wasn't there. But we had a decent lunch and talked generalities, and soon the check came, he paid it, and we found ourselves outside the restaurant.Figuring I'd blow him. You hop in to that giant cab, step on the gas pedal, and it's great for taking you in a straight line and hauling a heavy load. The driver of a sports car has to be really skilled and talented to get the most out of the vehicle and to genuinely enjoy and appreciate it. In turn, sports cars can be just a bit more temperamental and fussy. They don't respond to being mishandled. You press on the gas too hard, the engine floods, the gears grind, all that stuff." So you're saying that I need to date. He lay between them and kissed me deeply as his hands ran over my body, I could feel his rough jeans rubbing against my thighs, my nipples hardened and my pussy started to moisten in anticipation. His hand reached down and rubbed hard against my pussy lips and he smiled as he felt the wetness through my knickers. He moved his head down and under my dress and I lifted my bum as he pulled my knickers down and over my heels I was still wearing. I moaned loudly as his tongue found my clit and he. The first impression I had about how a pussy feels like..the mixture of innocence on a sense of naughtyness with a welcoming touch that you don't want it to stop(GOD I LOVE PUSSY)..that got me back hard even though I just ejaculated..once she saw it getting back to hard she tried to do another bj..so I stoppped and said "EM" do you want to fuck and she said hell yes fuck me fuck me (out of breath)..I didn't know how to even do that but I managed to find her Vagina..it was soaking wet..I just.