I was aware of his hand on my leg sliding slowly up my thigh under my dress.I was aware of his hand on my leg sliding slowly up my thigh under my dress. Higher and higher his hand caressed, until his finger lightly brushed across the silky, nylon crotch of my panties. My whole body shuttered at that light caress and I melted up against him. The light touch of his finger became harder, more demanding, until it was pushing the damp material of my panties into my wet, excited slit. I felt his hand caress up, across my panty covered mound. Then it was pushing into my panties and down past my damp, pubic hair. A moment later his questing finger slipped between my moist cunt lips as it glided deep into my tight, wet pussy. My whole body was on fire with my desire, my lust, to be screwed. I felt him pulling my panties down, and I didn't stop him. I didn't want to stop him. "No-o-o-o!" I moaned softly. "I can't do it!" My hands were on his chest pushing him away, only he wasn't going away. Instead he took my hand and drew it to him, to his lap. He gently closed it around something....something hot, and hard, and throbbing. "Oh God!" I thought, "I'm holding his penis and it so-o-o HARD." "No-o-o-o, please NO," I cried, "I'm not this kind of girl, I can't!" And all the while I was saying "I can't," he was laying me down on the seat of the car. |