The car ahead of Frank and Tina finally cleared the car wash and the red light went off and the green light blinked on. Frank put the car in gear and Tina began to giggle in excitement. The car bounced over the first retainer bar and rolled forward until it came to rest against the second and the green light blinked off.
Washing my car naked. Washing my car and getting caught. It was a hot day in July and I needed to wash my car, but I didn't have any change to go the car wash.
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My wife and I had been messing around in bed on a Saturday morning, she sucking on my cock, me playing with her pussy, that kind of thing. We had talked in the past about her showing off in public, and I told her I would really get off on guys or whoever watching her. I had even mentioned maybe allowing physical contact, if the person and the situation were right and we were both OK with it.
Every Sunday Morning, Sydney wakes up at the crack of dawn, hours before her husband, just to wash her car, a Ford Mustang convertible. She spends hours washing, waxing and polishing her car until it sparkles like new. It's the same routine every Sunday, and recently she has been joined by her next-door neighbor, Ted, who watches her from his front porch. She finds it erotic that he is up early again today to see her washing her car, or more precisely, to see how little she is wearing while washing her car.