Again, she looked and then inched it back until it just covered her knickers. ‘More’. Another japan look around and as she did so, a man passed right by the door. She looked up at him and as he glanced at her he hesitated. It was clear he could see her exposed legs and before she could pull down her hem I told her japanese ‘don’t!’. She sat still as he did a double take and looking across at me I smiled as he slowly passed by. I told her to open her legs. ‘What?’ she asked. ‘Now’. Slowly she complied. ‘Wider’ and inch by inch she did before I reached over and slid my hand down the inside of her thigh making her gasp as I slowly ran my hand from her knee to within an inch of her barely covered pussy. ‘Good’. Slowly I continued to massage and stroke the inside of her thighs and then I noticed it. An underlying scent, her perfume unable to mask her musky natural scent. Quietly I tell her that nothing, and I ‘mean nothing’ will happen unless she is comfortable to continue and that we can stop at any time. Nodding in acceptance she seemed to relax. ‘What now?’ she asked. Deciding the moment was right, I told her that I want her to pull down the front of her dress. She looked totally shocked, furtively looking around, her mind quickly trying to ascertain if anyone would be able to see. ‘Why’? she answered nervously. ‘I want to see if you are ready to obey me?’ Slowly, reluctantly she reaches up, holds the neckline, hesitates and then pulls down the front of her dress. I know she isn’t wearing a bra and inch by inch bizzare I see the wierd tops of her small, pert breasts exposed until they just cover her nipples. I stay quiet, continue to sit quietly, patiently waiting as she continues to pull her dress clear and asian sits with her breasts exposed and her legs open. Slowly, nonchantly, I look around and passing the car is a couple in the late forties. The man is staring open mouthed before his wife scolds him and I watch them in the side mirror as she berates him. Vicky looks nervous but there is something else. Following her gaze, I look left and six feet away is a white transit. The driver, a rough looking guy in his thirties has obviously returned to his van and is starring at her breasts as she reaches up to cover herself. ‘Stay still’ I tell her calmly. Van man is now leaning out of his window in his efforts to see her and judging by the height of his driving position, it is clear that he should easily be able to see her breasts and possibly even her legs open. For some minutes we sit, not a word spoken, the guy is getting more animated and excited, staring constantly. What a terrible word for it. bizzare I made him cum. I rammed her as japan hard and fast as I could, each time slamming my lap against her rear end and momentarily feeling japanese her furry tail flattened between us. Okay, I'm not letting this go any further, Bethany thought. Chapter One: Lola's Futa Denial Her moans became louder and more desperate. Every time wierd he pushed his cock home inside her there was a distinctive wet slap. I glanced at my wife locked in the kiss. “Thank you, Patricia. Wow! Matthews laughed. Her pussy convulsed around my fingers. asian