She was just full of ideas and I plan on trying most, if not all of them. I might even come up with a few of my own.’ She reached over and ran her h...and lightly over the front of my shorts. She scooted back in her seat, took a small pair of dice from her pocket, dropped one in the console, and rolled the other along the flat part of the dash. It came up a five. She flipped the coin again and showed me a tails, ‘Well, there goes your blow job.’ She said with a grin. ‘Ok, we go another five miles. Why? That I hoped to find out soon. Who? Probably Irish. Probably Catholic. Get ready to say grace again. Funny how I had not considered her faith earlier. But by that point in my semester, in my education, I didn’t really care so much. I toyed with the idea of confessing my lack of belief, but wondered how to casually slip that into conversation. “Oh, I’d love another mini quiche, thank you so much, and by the way, I don’t believe in God.” That sounded slightly (but not much) better than. “This is a special dress,” she says. “Think of it as being magic.”Amelia pulls back with a smile, curiosity lighting up her eyes as she does so. Then the latex material slowly begins to slide away as fluidly as water leaving behind only the industrial net crotchless pantyhose and six inch platform thigh high boots. Amelia is captivated by how beautiful Emma is.“Have you ever considered being a model?” she asks.Emma blushes slightly before saying, “Not until tonight.”“Well, I may have to take. She settled down between my legs, with her legs over mine and her feet either side of me. She reached out and took hold of my cock, and as if using it as a handle, slid closer to me, until my knob was brushing her cunt lips. Her eyes closed and then shuffled forwards until the tip of my cock was inside her and began fucking me with slow, deliberate movements of her hips. I was just sitting there as she slid up and down my length, lost in the feeling of the hot soapy bath water and her wet,.