I’m sure he could probably see right up my skirt. We were getting close to my apartment, and a dampness was building in my groin.My hand was resting... on my thigh, and I moved it towards the crotch of my panties. The silk feel of my stockings and the cool soft feel of my skin tingled to my own touch. My little finger touched the crotch of my baby pink satin panties, the dampness leaking from within. He said nothing but continued to stare in the mirror. I tugged my skirt up slightly higher, giving. Her skirt up around her hips now Harriet was slowly stroking her thighs and tantalisingly hovering one hand over the crotch of her knickers. He looked at Julie who was staring straight at Harriet, her eyes wide and licking her lips slowly her small tongue flicking in and out of her mouth. My god this was getting steamy and his cock was becoming quite uncomfortable under his tight jeans.Harriet by now was standing very close to him legs wide apart and rubbing her silky pants very hard over her. No subtlety, no finesse, no time to think. I engulfed him before he could think of anything to say. The only thing that did come out of his mouth was the words ‘oh’ and ‘fuck’.His cock bottomed out on my cervix and I still had another inch to go. I pushed downwards on it. I kept swearing, lifting my bum off his cock and then back down on it. Repeating the action until his whole length was inside me. I started to rock my bottom to and fro letting his full length slide inside me. I felt so. Damn I wish I could just climax. Stopping my assault on her breasts I got up. I needed time to cool off because I was far from done with her.I decided that she needed some rest, and maybe some nutrition. Not bothering with my clothes I walk to the kitchen and grab a plastic cup and fill it half way with water. I started looking through my cabinets for some kind of food for her. Having no idea what she would want, I said screw it, and grabbed a banana out of the counter top bowl.On the way back.