He couldn't keep his hands to himself...
Even though our parents were RIGHT THERE - sitting up front - he couldn't help but slide his fingers up my leg, and towards my wetness...
That turned me on so much that when we got to the hotel - when we got a room to ourselves - I needed to strip down and jump all over him!
Jenny Skynn lives in a rambling farmhouse in Central Massachusetts, with her two cats, three dogs, and a flow of men who come to visit. Always drawing on her own experiences, she loves to craft deliciously dirty stories to tease and please!