You take hold of my hand and lay it on my lap.I pout a little before leaning over to your ear and whisper, “You have my panties, why not enjoy them ...here for a minute. It can be hidden in your hand.”You look at me and shake your head, smiling.“Go ahead Daddy, no one will notice, and wouldn’t it be exciting to do it in public?”You laugh loudly at that, and people from the bar do look over for a second or two. When they turn their heads, you reach in your pocket between us. You maneuver the. She did the unexplainable. She shrugged off her shirt, leaving her standing there in a thin camisole. The camisole was practically see through, her lacy purple bra evidently visible. Ria knew her move was brave but from the way that Anna was looking at her, Ria knew she liked the sight of her scantily clas body. "Ria?! What are you-" Before Anna could finish, Ria had her caged up against the desk. Ria strode forward and used her thighs to trap Anna between the wall and the desk that she was. She undid her seatbelt, flipped the switch to lock the car doors, and said, “I missed you all week.”I leaned in to kiss her and her tongue thrust deep into my mouth, searching for mine. She pulled away to lift her sweater over her head and said, “Tonight might be your lucky night.”“The last few nights were pretty lucky.”“You’re deprived if you think a quick hand job into the grass is special.”“When it’s your hand, yes.”She pursed her lips in a round O with mock surprise and said, “Flattery will. Jesus Christ.“Ungh,” I groaned. The first blast was a big one, a long stream of cream that poured right onto the bridge of her nose and into both eyes. “Ohhhh.” An even longer string followed it. She gave my shaft three quick pumps with her fist and a huge rope sprayed onto chin. Then one splattered across her left cheek. “Ungh,” I groaned, my life passing before my eyes. I had never come that hard.Or that much. “Ooooh, yeah, Peter, soak me with it,” Mom cooed as she leaned her head back and my.