Then you pull it out and press the hose with running water into my ass and let it fill me up and run out Then you must have been really turned on You ...ull the hose out of my ass and I feel you slide your dick in and ass you fuck my ass you grab my neck and talking dirty to me and pound my ass and you cum hardYou say good girl and get a towel and dry me off and then lead me to a structure I defund out later is your RV you put a butt plug tail and take the pillow case off and put my full head. It took another 5 minutes before a suitable site was found and we pulled off the road. The grin on your face as you looked at me said that you had enjoyed the ride and there was more to come. You told me to go towards the beach and wait as you needed to pee. Protesting that I would prefer to watch, you shooed me off but as I passed a tree I dodged behind and spied on you. I raced away as you stood and wiped. You walked slowly undoing your blouse buttons and shrugging the blouse to the ground as. A few days later, Salma came to me and began speaking in Telugu “Ayya. Can I say something?” I put up a face of shock saying “Oh Salma! You speak Telugu!” Yes, She Replied. She got straight to the point and said that she overheard me speaking to my friend in Telugu, and she was in need of money, she would do anything that I asked her to. Happy that my plan worked, I told her fine, told her to warm some oil. When she was back with the oil, I had stripped completely. I lay with my face down on. And I don’t know something is calling me back.” She asked, “What is that something that is calling you back?”I replied – “I want to enjoy my short bachelor holidays. Maybe memories of today morning are also one of the reasons.”She replied – “Oh. Please. It was just an accident.”I replied – “Yes. But it was such an enjoyable accident.”She replied – “Is it? That is too little to be remembered and called memories.”I asked – “Yes too little. That is not enough. Seriously.”She replied – “How do you.