I slide my hand inside your boxers to reach and expose your cock. In no time you’re hard and stiff as a wood, even before I started stroking you. ...I lifted my skirt so you can see me in my red thongs. I took them off, exposing my trimmed mound. I started rubbing my clit with my right hand, and stroking your shaft up and down with my left hand. The scent of sex started to smell inside the car, making me hornier by the moment. As I stroked faster and faster, you stepped harder in the. "I'll model yours if you'll model mine." You mean now? But don't you want to eat first?" Jessie, you're a knockout in that dress, but I'm going to enjoy diner even more if you'll share it with me wearing that." But it's so..." "Ah, ah, ah. My birthday, remember? Now let's get dressed for dinner, shall we?"Even the older Kenny had never asked her to wear something as outrageous as the skimpy, almost there, outfit in the package."Kenny, are you sure... ?" she asked, her insecurities surfacing. She picked up my purse and then told me to grab my other things. She told me to come with her, she walked over to a table on the side. She stood in front of me on one side as I stood oppisit of her. She asked me if she could look into my purse, if I was to say "no" she would have to dump it out on the table. My heart was pounding like crazy. She was a young fairly good-looking black woman a few years younger than me. She opened my bag and did not pull out the straps or the dildos. She did. Eleanor moved to run her fingers through his hair, but gasped as his hands caught her wrists.“My Lord?”“Patience, my beauty,” he growled. He moved her hands behind her back and forced her to grip the post that was still pressed into her spine. “Keep these here, or everything will change.”Eleanor wanted to touch him, needed to touch him. She stifled a whimper. Only when she nodded did he return to his game. He moved down until his mouth found the delicate folds he was looking for. With a.