Knowing Mary I reckoned it was odds on ours. I was right.What a sight! Her skirt was flipped back over her hips and her knickers were round her knees....Her legs were slightly spread so that I could see her pussy. The outer labia had already enlarged and peeled back to reveal the soft pink of her inner lips. And there was her alabaster bottom in all its glory.I couldn't help myself and began to stroke those glorious orbs. She moaned deep in her chest."Quiet!" I said. That broke the spell she had. As slapping sounds of her fist on his balls filled he started to groan. But she too was now beginning to whimper."Unhhh! Nahi Babuji. Rokiye isko. Ab bas!" she begged him. (No Babuji. Stop this. Enough now.)As she twisted and turned under his ministrations the car continued to bounce and lurch along the dusty side-road. Her right hand, on which her entire body weight rested, was aching from the load, while her left hand, continuing its frantic pumping felt the strain of the repetitive motion at. ., ‘hai avuto modo di amare la cosa nostra,” . . ., I never even saw the black limo arrive. Opening the door to the house, stepping inside, I see the kids standing around. “Kind of a quiet party isn't it.”... I say out load. “We want to go Mister.” ... a pretty teenage girl responds. I looked at one of the young men who helped out Angie’ mom: “Did you talk to your friends.” “Yes sir.” “One car at a time, you can leave now.” “Yes sir.” “Drive safely, and no drunk drivers,. Thinking back a bit she now remembered that she was a party treat at a celebratory orgy after she helped the bosses land the new account she was working on. She remembered that part pretty clearly, and she had to admit that she had enjoyed being used as a sex object by people she couldn't even see. It was one of those deep dark fantasies that Wendy thought would never see the light of day. Afterwards, she had been given a drink to help her recover and she didn't remember anything after.