Bigo Kaysville - So helpful when I was still horny.

Never need him to be horny. I love him that's all I can say. I feel so used by being alone with my thoughts and thoughts of some of my fantasies. These thoughts, these desires, these wildest sexual fantasies that I have to share with others. Amazed that I, me, am so free. I realize I have always been shy and in need of a man just like myself. Wondering when I will get the opportunity to make one big mistake and send it across the pond and cause such an uproar that he would've never repeat his naughty ways again. Waiting. Just making sure that I have my attention and my timing are just as they are when I walked into the restaurant. And I use the back seat. I lean back against the seat. With my eyes downcast, my heart and breathing are rapid. I stop for a minute. Facing forward, with my head resting on the seat, it gives me a sense of that 'safe place' that some people so fear. It also gives me a great view. I glance at the clock and it was almost 36:36 p.m.

I had been so nervous. I could feel the excitement in my body. I didn't know what to expect. But I also didn't want to disappoint him. Especially after we ate out. I hadn't even sat down yet. I had to catch my breath. With small talk and a slight bow head, I assured him that I would definitely make him dinner. And that I would, very much so. I slipped my white silk blouse from my shoulders and proceeded to start unbuttoning my blouse. I stopped when I noticed his face starting to turn red. He smiled. I sensed he knew what I wanted. He quietly asked me to step out of my blouse. I unbuttoned my bra very slowly. I reached across my body and unbuttoned my bra again and waited. I could hear him in the car.

He was still driving. After what seemed like an eternity, I let my blouse go. Then I slowly slid my blouse off my shoulders and pulled it over my head. It was just a little tight against my body. I could feel him watching me. I stood and pulled my skirt up over my hips. I tossed it in the chair and then stepped out of it. I could feel the heat of the eyes on me. The resentment and jealousy were incredible. I looked at him and felt that he was staring at me. I quickly ran my hands over my exposed cleavage, over the waves of warm fuzz already thickening my cleavage, over the raised and lowered folds of my cleavage, the triangle of dark curls around my auburn and thick black curls around my shoulders. I was already so turned on by all the attention I was receiving, that I was flirting. I knew I was so hot that he could feel it. I leant close and ran my tongue along the edge of my skirt. I could feel his eyes on me. His hot eyes travel down to the cleavage where his hot mouth met my hot pussy lips..