You’d still be on the clock.” “I can’t. If I do it for you then I have to do it for every other dumb drunk that gets in.” “Excuse me?” Micky was not happy with this to say the least, “That doesn’t even make any fucking sense.” The man didn’t say anything. He just kept staring at the windshield in front of him. Micky looked at him, pissed off and not really believing how much of an asshole he was being, “Are you serious?” He was. Over the next few minutes Shana watched as Micky danced around in her seat and begged the seemingly deaf driver to let her pee. Micky was wearing a short skirt and she kept sticking a stressed and trembling hand between her legs to make sure she hadn’t leaked at all. Whenever she did this she pulled her skirt up just enough to flash Shana a quick view of the sparkly gold panties she was wearing. These were some impressive panties. Shana vaguely wondered if Micky had been looking to get laid at the concert and dressed up her privates to really impress the person she let get a view of them at the end of the night. As Micky’s dancing got more frantic and those views of her shiny panties became more frequent, Shana just couldn’t pull her eyes away homemade from the center of this whole struggle, Micky’s desperate crotch. Shana didn’t know if Micky had caught her staring, but before she had time to react, Micky grabbed one of Shana’s hands like she had earlier when they were making their way out of the indian concert. This time, instead of guiding her to the Uber, Micky guided Shana’s hand between her legs and stuck it flat against those sparkly gold panties. Shana was very confused, she tried to pull her hand back out of instinct, but Micky was more forceful and held her in place. Shana couldn’t believe the heat that seemed to be radiating from between Mickey's legs. Micky held Shana’s hand there for a few seconds before she noticed a new feeling. This one wasn’t just heat, but it was wet hot now too. The first thing that flashed through Shana’s mind was that Micky had just came herself. One time in college, Shana's ex-boyfriend was giving her a ride home after class while she was on her period. She was unusually horny and decided it would be fun to give him a hand job while he drove. She remembered the wet warm feeling on her fingers as she made him shoot his load into his pants. It Hardcore felt similar to what was going on between Micky’s legs right now. But Micky wasn’t cumming in her pants, she was peeing in her skirt. She couple was pissing all over Shana’s hand. Micky put a finger over her lips to shush Shana from yelling, or screaming, or doing anything that might alert the driver. Shana kept her mouth shut and repositioned her hand so that amateur she could better feel the liquid escaping Mickey's sparkly panties. She thought it was funny that she was being shushed while her friend voyeur secretly did something naughty in the back of this dick head’s car. Shana began to giggle at the absurdity of the situation. John touched her breasts very tentatively. “When I told her you and I often have a third person, it might be male or female, for our sexual voyeur pleasure, that really piqued her interest. You push back hard against me making me fall back in to a sitting position. “Now wait a second, Beth. To look at all his nasty porn while he masturbates in his man cave. Without a word, I got up and started walking down slowly to my room. You look like a whore." Her cream still flowed out of her as she moaned and gasped. Inside Jessica and Hardcore Amy are listening to our conversation. She wrinkled her nose at me and just said “ewwww” We’re trying to have a baby ourselves,” I tell them. I moaned softly and pulled her close. And he did. 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