The life she had left behind, and even her marriage, meant nothing to nice tit the moment.
Everything was new, and her nice tit whole being was focused entirely on him.
The fear was back with the enormity of it all, and it was all nice tit that she could do to restrain tears.
Instead, she concentrated on listening to him, watching him, responding to his nervous jokes in kind, laughing with him.
At the end of one of her joking replies, he had casually rested a hand on her bare knee.
Like the nice tit closing of nice tit a door, her fear had instantly nice tit disappeared, and the sheer sexuality of the moment had registered.
She had felt her nipples start to harden nice tit, and she gasped at the shock of lust that hit her body.
Hearing her gasp, he had started to remove his hand contritely, but her own hands had taken his and pressed it nice tit into her knee.
Then as he still drove, she had taken that hand, and gradually moved it up her leg, and her legs had parted, and she had pushed his hand slowly up her inner thigh, beneath her short skirt, and up to where his fingers were discovering her wet pussy lips, devoid of panties.
She nice tit remembered him gasping then, and herself groaning as his fingers slid between her lips and into her wet cunt.
Incredibly nice tit wet, sopping, his long fingers had pushed into her cunt, then out again, and she had been so turned on, and so pent-up for so long, that when his fingers nice tit had slid up from her cunt between her lips and over her clitoris, she had cried out, and in an instant, gasping, her legs open wide, clutching his hand to her, she had cum.
God, even now the memory turned her on!
And it had turned him on, she could remember the bulge in his trousers clearly.
