Current Blogs: MIKE IN BRAZIL smile on his face melted any resistance I might have had. I stepped to him, removing my hand from my crotch and running my fingers under his nose. He grasped my wrist, held my hand still, and ran his tongue over my sticky fingers. Without a word, he lifted me, seated me on the hood of the car, spread my legs, and knelt between them. His fingers slipped under my skirt, grasping the waistband of my panties. I lifted my ass off the car to allow him the room to pull my panties down over my hose, my shoes, and off. He casually tossed them through the open window of the car and then bent to his task.
