You need to hurry

The bicycle you **** your Daughter to ride stands against the wall. It's only a little rusty and besides it is good for her to get some exercise. But as you stand there with no panties on and a burning slit you start to regret your former decision.

Never the less you have no time to waste as you hop on it and start to peddle towards the school. With each movement you can feel your kitty shift around the seat. Its hard and soon soaking from your juices. God you can't help but wish it was inside of you. Dreaming of it pounding you and satisfying this itch.
The wind against your unprotected mounds almost feels like the cold breath from a teasing lover.


Daydreaming all the way to the school makes the ride a lot faster than first anticipated. Looking down you see that your ride has had some unexpected consequences for your seat. Cleaning it up you fix the most visible problems but find that no matter what you do the lack of bra leaves a little to imagination in the chest area.