"You can touch me there," she whimpered. Clyde grinned fiendishly. "Where?"

"You know…"

"Where?"

"Between the legs," she whimpered.

"Tell me!" he rasped.

"Oh! My cunt! You can touch my cunt!" she cried, totally abandoned to her seething needs now.

Clyde began to run the tips of his fingers up and down the crotch band of her panties. They were soaking wet. The fiery heat of her cunt wafted through her panties, almost singeing his fingers.

Linda writhed and squirmed about on the seat, her own hands faltering and losing a stroke on his prick as she concentrated on the sensations in her cunt. Cuntjuice was filling the crotch of her panties and seeping out from the legholes. She could feel ribbons of the hot stuff trickle down and seep into the taut crack of her ass as she shifted around.

Clyde slipped a finger in through the leghole.

He traced along her cuntlips, then began to flick his fingertip over her throbbing clit. Linda gurgled with joy.

He took his time, his fondling light and slow. He pushed his middle finger into her cunthole, working it up to the knuckle and then turning it about inside her, while her cunt began to suck on it.

Linda was panting. She threw her head back and switched her pretty face from side to side, her expression contorted by lust. Clyde added a second finger. He began to push-pull them in and out of her pussy. How wonderful it felt! It felt so much better than when she pushed her own fingers up there! Then she realized how much better it would be to have a fat prick in her pussy!

Clyde was enjoying playing with her cunt. He wanted to see what he was doing.

He raised her skirt up above her hips. Then he hooked his fingers under the elastic band of her panties and began to tug them down.