30 ish and bring a bottle of something you like.’ The only evening dress I owned at that time was a charity shop purchase. It was blue a very dark b...lue; long and full skirted with a top like a basque. I felt I had worn it rather too often, so I decided to indulge myself and buy a new one. Between the call and the party, I spent time researching and dragging round shops, looking for something appropriate. Eventually I found it. It is, I still have it, beautiful and simple. It’s a sort of sheath,. My lips press softly against the skin below her jaw line; occasionally my tongue glancing across to taste her.I work my hand faster now, increasing the pressure as I make small circles against her clit, along the length of her glistening, moist opening. She becomes wetter with each passing second, as I focus my attentions on her throbbing cunt, stopping only to raise my hand to my mouth, tasting her juice, which excites her further, as she grabs my hand to taste for herself, licking and sucking. " I don't trust you," the gruff voice said and I felt the van start tomove.Whoever was driving clearly didn't feel the need to check on me. Hesimply drove in silence without even turning the radio on. I had no ideawhere I was being taken or how long the drive was going to be. After awhile, the exhaustion from being so on edge for so long started to takeover. With that and the motion of the van I soon started to drift off tosleep.I woke to the sound of the van side door opening and someone. I felt the pressure building but didn't want to cum too fast. I slowed my pace, my arms hooked under her legs, and began to very slowly stroke my cock in and out her juicy hole. She whimpered as I pulled out, and moaned when I pushed back in, slowly feeding the entire length of my cock into her. I leaned forward and kissed her as we slowly fucked.I slid one hand up and tugged her shirt down, exposing her big jiggling breasts, and squeezed them one after the other. I held one in my hand as I.