That’s because, I regularly pump up my fanny to make my clit hyper sensitive. With these tight leggings brushing it keeps me in a state of high arou...sal. Feel, Paul won’t mind, will you darling? Paul nodded his assent as I put the palm of my hand tightly up against her bulging fanny. And sure enough, I felt her clit. ‘Don’t press too hard Clive, or I will squirt right now’.I could feel pre cum oozing from my cock hole and it was time to do something about it.‘Liz, all this talking is making me. She rested her arms on the bottom ledge of the window, letting her breasts dangle just above his face.He reached up, cupping them in his hands, holding them from swinging with her thrusts as she ground him into her core. Piper's ragged breaths became soft moans, steaming the glass window above his head. Her slick juices smeared over his balls and his pubes were now saturated with her cum. He lifted his head, letting her breasts caress his cheeks, pinching her nipples as he rubbed his face with. “Darlin’,” I finally whispered. “Let’s just get home and then we’ll worry about it. You’ll be close enough I can call you and I can borrow the truck and see you sometimes ... if you can get away...”“Yeah, that won’t be a problem,” she said.“Willow...” I said. I felt like I had to tell her the truth.“Yeah?” she said.“Darlin’...” I wanted her to know the truth, but I didn’t want to discourage her. “Darlin’, this won’t be easy ... I’m six years older than you...”“I know,” she said. “I know, but it. I've never been a very formal guy. Never has a black-tie invitation arrived in my mailbox. Every job I've had has been pretty casual. I was making pretty decent money as King of the Warehouse, but the uniform was jeans and tees. A company emblazoned polo shirt if some bigwigs were due in for a tour. My upcoming position would require the half-step up to shirts with a full front of buttons. I dug around in my closet and found the leather shoes and slacks I'd used to interview for the warehouse.