“And you know what that means, don't you?”She licked her lips, trembling. “No.”My hand slid down my bedmaid's naked back to cup her ass. I pul...led her close to me, feeling her wet pussy and thick, silky bush rub on my thigh. “He's going to pop that cherry. My husband is going to break in your pussy.”The girl trembled, her blue eyes so wide. “If that's how you want to spend my cherry.” She snuggled closer to me, humping that hot pussy on my thigh. “But it seems like such a waste to me.”“A waste?”. She reached over and started rubbing her hand all over my cock. Much to our delight, it had some good size. Her other hand reached out to the back of the seat in front of us and pulled out a little blanket. "Will this help?" She offered.Without a word I unfolded it and covered us from the neck down. Now that I wasn't worried about getting seen, it was time to let those melons loose. It was too good to be true, I had both hands full of tits and this broad was liking it. Who would have thought. Still driving and steering with her left hand, Barbara’s right hand went down between her legs. She caressed herself through the fabric of her pants. Rubbing herself in this way gave Barbara no relief but served to intensify her need. Barbara saw she was approaching a small roadside park and pulled in. Killing the headlights but leaving the engine running, Barbara could concentrate on providing herself with some sexual relief without the distractions of driving. Unbuckling her seatbelt, she. At times, he would move just so, and I could feel his hardness. I knew that neither of us could hold off much longer, and pushed him to the sofa."Can I have another glass of wine," I asked as I sat down and let lots of leg show through the slit. Within a moment, John was handing me a glass of wine. "Beautiful legs," he touched the one leg with his free hand and rubbed it the full length. It sent shivers throughout my body. Still holding my glass of wine, I kissed him. Before long, we were like.