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Click hereBy now, Neera was slumped right down in her seat. I slowly withdrew my fingers from her pussy. With both hands I eased her knickers back into place, did up her trousers and refastened her belt. As she pulled herself upright I adjusted the coats on top of us to my satisfaction and turned to look at her.
She was staring at me with an indecipherable expression on her face. I reached under the coats and found her hand, squeezing it. She squeezed back and smiled.
The snow was still coming down hard. My wife had done a great job negotiating her way through it, and we were only a few hundred yards from the final turn-off for home. A journey that should have taken thirty minutes had taken nearly four hours. I leaned forward and congratulated her on some calm and collected driving skills.
Motion from my right made me look over. Anne was sitting up and stretching. "Did I miss anything?" she asked sleepily.
When I turned back, Neera was staring out her window.
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I really lied this story. I thought it was very believable and arousing, as I too was in a similar situation many years ago. Mine wasn't as good as yours unfortunately, but I have fantasied about it through the years. Good job.
P.S. People are such idiots. Of course the reference to your shorts was about BOXERS. Use a little common sense instead of being so quick to critisize
I could never had got away with that ! My wife has too good a sense of smell !
The shorts in question were boxer shorts, as in underwear. Worn under my jeans. Thank you to those who kindly sent me feedback, it was much appreciated