Xx". She was right on one count, we had lots of fun but I never considered us to be close. She was sexy and extremely fuck-able but she just wasn't my... type. "Yes we had great fun although I'm not sure reminiscing whilst I'm sat here alone is going to cause anything but frustration!" I replied. "You're alone?" She asked "can I text rather than email then?" "Sure". Moments later my phone buzzed. A message had been received and my eyes lit up when I read the words "new picture message received".. My wife overheard and whispered in my ear, "Go, I have keys to the car, have fun and call me later." I then looked at Chad and said I would love to go. Chad and I went outside and got a cab. We sat in the back and he put his hand on my lap. I then moved my hand onto his lap. I looked at him and he leaned over and kissed me. I got more and more excited as his tongue probed into my mouth. I moved my hand up to his crotch. I could feel he had a sizable erection as did I by this point. I rubbed his. Holmes' screams and orgasms had stopped. I returned to the present where I observed Mrs. Holmes was unconscious, the vehicle was not moving, and Sugar Coate, the driver, was leaning into the back seat with a wild and sensual look in her eyes.I smiled and Miss Coate squirmed into the passenger compartment to flop onto the limousine's rear facing seat. She propped one leg on the seat back exposing her spandex covered crotch to me. It was then I saw that the material between her legs was darkly. She had come close to losing it once – four years ago she had been out on a series of dates with a man she'd met at college. On the sixth date, after driving her home to her apartment, he began kissing her with unsolicited passion while he slipped his hand up her skirt.She found the sensations of him stroking and gently probing her womanhood, through her panties, to be awkward and uncomfortable, but she let it continue until the situation became too unpleasant to bear. The man's response to her.