Switchingon the ignition I pulled out of the car park as I did, I glanced back andtears were running again.I stopped just short of our street stepped ...out of the car had a quickcigarette touched up my make-up and then drove the last 100 yards or soto the front of the flat. I took the bag out and walked to the back door.Letting myself in I dropped the bag on the floor and opened the fridgethere was a half-used bottle of vodka I poured a large measure topped itup with some Coke lit a cigarette and. The small talk continued and she waited for the inevitable question. “Where did you tell your boyfriend you were for the weekend?”, she nervously waited for. But he never asked. He clearly didn't care. She agreed to be his for three days and that was all that mattered to him. And it didn't take long for him to make that known.They had only crossed the George Washington Bridge 15 minutes ago, and his hand was already on her left leg. She didn't shy away, slowly inching her skirt up to reveal. Who do they vote for? Their bosses. You figure it out.Friday, the 14th of April, 1961, found me standing in the NEW Dean of Men's office ... by my request."Sir, I need to take a week off from classes and the Professors all say if I can convince you they'll go along with it." Convince me, Mr. Austin," said the Dean"You're Air National Guard ... I know you want more time buzzing cows and taking telephoto pictures of naked ladies at NorthHaven Resort." North Haven is a Naturist Colony."What makes. My clit was literally aching for attention, my hole begging to be filled, either by my fingers, or my dildo that was awaiting my return. I then noticed the driver removed his hand from the gear stick and placed it on his lap. Our eyes met in the rear view mirror and both quickly darted away. He could see my pussy, he wanted to touch himself there and then, just like I did. I wanted this dirty old man driver to touch himself. He must of been about 65, grey hair, quite chubby. The type of man.