The tables were almost as dirty as was the floor, there were no pillows on the ramshackle chairs and benches, from the stove in the corner came puffs ...of smoke and too much heat. I had had my share of dubious food and cheap wine, but was not drunk — it would not have been a good idea for a woman on her own to get drunk in such a place. I was tired, but not sleepy. I did not want to think — or rather, there were things I did not want to think about. I had run out of things to read. I tried to. I can’t stand it, my pussy is clenching so tight his fingers have a hard time moving now. I give, “please Sir please may I cum”. “No” as he pulls the vibrator away. At least I get a bit of a break. Or so I thought. He immediately puts it back on my clit, again causing my back to arch, again I am forced down. Tears running down my face, “ please, Sir, please, please, please.” My tears shock him, it usually takes much more before I reach this point, but he does not waiver. “No” Pussy clamping. Dave and I parked in our favorite spot one night. My top was up over my breasts and Dave sucked my nipples. I pulled his cock out of his pants and began stroking him. He sat up, kissed me, and then pushed my head down to his cock. I giggled and started sucking his dick. His was only the second boy I blew, but I liked it. The feeling of his hard cock in my mouth turned me on.I continued sucking him and Dave played with my breasts. He tugged at the snap on my jeans and then lowered my zipper. I. He could just imagine how they would smell once she'd worn them against her pussy, the musky smell of her arousal as her juices leaked onto the cotton of the lined crotch.Pulling his cock out of his pants, he took the panties and wrapped them around his shaft. The soft material felt delicious against his hot, throbbing flesh. He slid them up and down his cock, reveling in the sensations the panties were eliciting in his body. Closing his eyes, he imagined his sister-in-law in the panties, her.