I got me a new piece of furniture. I need some help getting into my place. Figured, you know, since you're the landlord and all, you could help me mov...e it in." Um, well, sure Jay. When do you need me?" In about thirty minutes whiteboy. Get your ass over here."It was across town to Jay's place, so I got under way. In about fifteen minutes, I had pulled up in front of his apartment. There was a pickup truck parked in front with a long, low chest of drawers sitting next to a large mirror in the. The latter side wins and your hands start to squeeze my ass, and I can't help but moan into your chest, realizing that I could have never stopped you from taking over me.Your breaths become quiet growls the more you grab my ass, you moving your fingers to the front of me and they find their way into my bikini bottom. You run your fingers along my pussy lips and you can feel my lubrication spread over your fingers. As you keep rubbing your fingers against me, careful to not go in, I. Leigh bit the inside of her cheek as she glanced back at the cab. ?Are you sure this is the right place?? she asked.?Let me see dat?? the driver said, with the accent she had always expected a cab driver in New York to have. ?Yeah, dis is what it says!? he said, after studying it for a moment. ?What kinda biz-ness you got here, anyway? You a hooker??Outraged, Leigh yanked the envelope back out of his hand. ?I am NOT a hooker. I’m here to?? she paused. She thought it would sound silly if. Pretending to watch TV I again slowly moving my fingers on her underarm hair without touching her skin. I could tell she felt it and but she did not move. I slowly started to gently pull the hair, roll them and swirl them around. I knew she was enjoying it. I then withdrew my hand and kept it on my lap.Soon her impatience grew. She innocently asked if I would shave her other underarm also. What a stupid question but I knew she just wanted me to continue playing with her other underarm. I made.