Just about

Turning into my drive I turned to face Touka who had a hungry look in her eyes. Her right hand had disappeared into her pants while her left was massaging her tit and pinching the nipple through her shirt.

I couldn’t help but gulp her eyes where a blazing red and black her blue jeans had a wet patch on the front where her hand was rubbing. Once she noticed we had stopped her eyes locked on me.

“Touka… you ok?” I felt a bit uneasy like prey on the eyes of a predator “let’s just get inside first ok? She gave a quick nod pulling her dripping hand out of her damp jeans, as I got to the door I saw Touka quickly grabbing her small bag of shopping out the car.