Her touch rekindled my feelings but I Ignored it. I came near her and showed her to press the unlock button. Again our hands touched and I got turned ...n.Earlier I had touched her when putting the boy inside the car and placing the head on her lap, but that time it went unnoticed.I started looking at her from the rear view mirror…..her head was down …. she was patting the boys head. Murmuring, to him not to be so mischievous…. if I was not there today what she would have done….etc …I noticed her. Click. Both tits hanging free. Click. Her nipples harder than she had thought possible. Click. Is that pussy juice on the floor there? Click. God, how deep does this pussy go? Moaning and trembling, I finally pulled up the phone again. I… its done, I said. Hard now, she replied. Fuck it hard. Yes! I said, and thought. Finally Im getting to masturbate. My fingers slipped wild across my clit, rubbing it so fast that I was afraid my arm would go stiff. This is what I wanted all along? Fucking. Then when we were sitting under a neem tree shade she said “didi.. Main ek baat poochoon.. Aap bura tho nahin manegi?’ i pinching her fair cheeks said “ask”“aapke … aapke…” and she stammered and kept quite. “kya bath hai ..poocho” i encouraged her. “dhar alg raha hai?” “dharo nahi… poocho” i told her again.“appke babuji aapko lete hai na…” she said quickly and looking at me with fear. For a while i couldn’t understood what she sadid.. But once under stood i looked at sternly… but her innocent. In fact, this time it was the Princess who was now missing, and undoubtedly much in need of rescue, which the poor bumbling and hapless Squire managed to do in three annual installments, concluded by a Royal Wedding at the end of PQ-VI, as he eventually won the fair Princess’s hand and heart. The girls, getting older every day it seemed, provided the bulk of this new plot line and created many of the sometimes hilarious side adventures. Clyde and I developed a new 3D graphics engine to power.