Patti, quite clearly flustered, swallowed hard as she watched the hunk of a younger man climb off the hood of his car and meander to the recycle bin.  Curious, the woman's right brow arched even as she slowly sat upright, the very same hand with which she'd milked his length now drifting down between her legs.  Two fingertips diverged as they drew a trail down along the woman's flat abdomen, splitting ways when they came along that soft, warm skin still exposed by way of that displaced triangle of black fabric.  Still emerald eyes regarded Terry whilst her lips curled into more and more of a devious, sensual smile.  This was a wonderful start to her day.  Those two fingers slowly caressed, drawing a relentless and repeating path up along the soft, pink flesh of her exposed lips.