.." echoing like an over-enthusiastic recording engineer's work after he had just discovered the reverb knob.He turned the key and the engine growled ...into life. He tried to arrange his feet on the pedals as he normally did, but in the boots, it all felt so alien. Christ, he could barely walk in the buggers, now he was going to have to start getting dexterous.He was a bit jerky driving down the road for the first time in those heels.However, by about the half way point in his journey, he was. His hips grinded against hers, denim causing delicious contact. His eyes rolled back before he reluctantly pulled back. She whimpered in protest, but sighed when probing fingers foundher again. She was gorgeous when she came, he wanted to see it happen again—on his cock. He smirked. It took no time to feel moisture. ‘Is this how you like it,’ his words graveled from his passion, ‘Rough and against the wall? With your arms pinned? Fucking in an alleyway where anyone could see you?’ And he. Curtis said something else and Bev reached out with shaking hands and took the glass from him. She took a deep breath and lifted it to her lips. She began to gulp it down, stopping after every few gulps to hold it away from her face, gasp for breath and get her gagging under control.I'm not sure I can describe how I felt while I watched. I didn't want to watch. Yet I couldn't look away. It made me sick to my stomach. And yet I couldn't stop watching. I can at least say with a certain amount of. I pause as a creak of a floorboard sounds from outside the bedroom. I notice the flicker of a shadow and wonder if he is watching me. The idea makes me wet my gusset and I shiver with arousal. I unhook my bra as I roll my hips and slowly tease my straps down my shoulders before flinging my bra onto the bed. My tits bounce free and swing as I dance around like a burlesque girl. I roll my hips and start to slide my panties down my thighs. Leaving them halfway down. I caress my buttocks and pinch.