Friend: Its very late. I’ll tell my husband to drop you.Me: No. It’s ok I will go on a bus or autoFriend husband(Anand): I checked in uber and ola... As it is raining, the fares are highMe: Oh!!Friend to her husband: Can you drop her home?Friend husband: Sure. But we have an only two-wheeler. If it is ok for you, then I will drop you.Me: ok. Thanks a lotHer husband had a sports type bike. As you all know in sports type bike, you have to lean front and the seat will be at the highest point in the. She even pulled herself up to lick Mary's butt hole. She must have stuck her tongue inside it, because what ever she did made Mary's moan very loudly and she then attacked Judy's gash in the same manner.I could stand it no longer; I slowly moved my hand from my nipples and slid it down to my skirt. I undid the buttons again and unzipped it. This allowed me to slide my hand down inside my waist down into my panties and I touched that lovely spot I had found the day before. Just like the day. I spread myself wide and gave myself a single lash on my pussy. My hip jolted at it touching my soft flesh. I swung it again a bit harder and winced. My free hand quickly reached down and rubbed the stinging flesh, soothing it. I continued for several quick short slaps, grimacing at each stroke. Tears formed in my eyes but my hand continued to rub the now reddening welts on my pussy.Turning sideways, I gave my buttocks multiple lashes to each side, feeling the heat of the whip as it flashed. "A new record," said a bent over old man with a stopwatch in one hand and a cane holding him up in theother. "You're the best agents in the club's paintball tournament." Thanks." John said with a smile as he saw a blondewoman in a black jogging outfit reach the barricadearea the club set up for their games. She smiled atJohn who just smiled back at the woman before sheturned and jogged away.The woman jogged back to her apartment where she hadseveral faxes waiting for her in the machine..