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Again, the waiter eyed Mandy's breasts, and paused momentarily when he discovered her blouse was partially unbuttoned. From my angle, I was not certain just what the waiter could see.

But, from the look on his face, a look of open lust, I was certain he saw the side view of one complete, perfectly up-tilted breast.

She lifted her fork and turned her face to the waiter, smiling at him radiantly. "Thank you," she breathed. "Thank YOU," he answered quickly and, taking one final look left the table. I noticed he headed for the men's room. I didn't bother to contemplate what he would be doing for the next few minutes.

Mandy, in the meantime, allowed her blouse to fall open again, just enough to expose one full breast. Its brown nipple pouted at me as I tried to eat.

As Mandy continued to toe my penis, I found eating nearly impossible. Mandy finished her meal quickly, and a waitress brought her the doggy bag she requested.

Mandy deftly packed my uneaten food away. After slipping on her sandals and checking her blouse, she led me to the cashier and then out the door. Our former waiter appeared at the lavatory door just then. I noticed his flushed face as he forlornly watched Mandy lead me from the restaurant.

Once we were in the car, I started the ignition, and almost ran into a wall when I saw Mandy lift herself from the seat, raise her skirt, and slide down her flimsy red panties.

"What are you doing?" I gasped in astonishment. "They are a little binding," Mandy purred, kicking the tiny garment away with her foot.

She did not lower her skirt, and leaned back comfortably, allowing her knees to fall open. Taking a deep breath, I pulled the car form the parking lot.

I avoided driving next to buses and trucks, knowing that their passengers would get a complete view of Mandy's vulva's mound and delectably protruding labia.

I noticed how her painted nails combed through the soft curls of her vulva's hair, but when I reached over to stroke the silky hair with my fingers, her hands pushed mine away gently.

"Concentrate on your driving, George," she chided me, then dipped her own fingertips in top her vulva's wet slit and brought up a clear strand of her musky sex juice. I rubbed my penis at this sight, trying to ease the tension. She smeared the juice over her labia, and stroked the intimate skin rapidly.

My breath quickened as hers did and, as I drove, managed to watch her masturbate herself to a climax. I could barely stand this, and drove as quickly as possible to our home. I pulled the car in to the garage, and then reached over Mandy to push open her door.

As I started to get out, her fingers plucked at me. I turned back, impatient to reach our bedroom. Thoughts of bedrooms dissolved completely. Mandy sat sideways upon the seat, her legs dangling out of the car.

[X] Her skirt was completely raised up high, and she was bent over as if trying to find something she had dropped onto the garage floor.

Her lean ass was completely naked and spread wide, waiting to receive me. I used my hands to arch her up a little, and then plunged my throbbing penis into her rear hole.

"You shouldn't tease me like that," I grunted, as I thrust. She merely laughed at me between two panted moans, and pressed her ass higher and closer to my belly, knowing my penis would never hold a grudge against her.

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