I can tell they were working up to the point of asking me for a favor. The comments were going to some of the same when we first met. The compliments ...f my looks and that I had nice lips for kissing things as well as both of them began to rub my legs at the same time. How I manage to keep myself soft was a practiced skill that was being put to the test. My tummy though was a different matter. The butterflies were in full flight mode anticipating the time for them to be let free.Quiet Zack. Just get home.Her arms extended around her demonic chest, trying to hide it without brushing the mind-blowing nipples. Eyes firmly on the ground three feet in front of her, allowing her not to make eye contact while not seeing her swelling bust line, Doris let Mary lead her to the waiting cab with a gentle hand on her arm. She mumbled thanks and got in the back of the cab."Are you all right, ma'am?" asked the cabbie in a thick Indian accent.Indian... Didn't Indian's worship... No! She mustn't. I was in the mood to do some hard pounding, so I slipped my right thumb into her pink asshole, and used it to lift her to her knees. She was so wet that my cock slid in, balls deep with one motion. As my dick bottomed out, there was the nastiest squelching sound of her juices being pushed out, to drip off my balls. When she heard that sound, she let out a small, soft moan, the likes of which I haven't heard before. We were both so into it now, that we moaned and groaned, and banged away,. She was all wet. I asked her (Again without any lustful intent) to come to front seat as it would make her easy to dry her clothes because of the blower on the front dash board which she did. I still remember she was wearing a red salwar kameez. After driving a few miles I noticed that she had lifted her kameez(shirt) up so as to make it dry quicker. I could clearly see her panty which she had tied under the trouser belt probably because it had worn elastic. The colour of the panty was orange.