You start to come over to me but I tell you to stop and enjoy the show.My hands travel down and start lightly stroking my pussy and clit. Up and down ...ver and over, I keep rubbing and caressing my pussy and my clit for you. I insert two of my fingers into my pussy, in and out I pump my fingers, curling them up to rub my G-spot. Feels so good baby.I'm looking at you as you start to stroke your eight inch cock, I get wetter watching it grow and get hard for me.I reach over to the table next to me. "Fell off a motorcycle," I suggested."Ah lucky you didn't get scraped up as well," he said looking curious."Yeah I was lucky. Those leathers work very well and I wasn't going all that fast." I volunteered."Well I guess you totaled it since you didn't bring it with you?" he asked."Totaled and no insurance, so I won't be replacing it anytime soon," I said. That stopped the questioning until after the man from the campground came. He brought all kinds of pipe with him. When he left the camper had. The reason why walked in moments later. Tara was of average build, with jet black hair and penetrating sky blue eyes, but it was her attitude that stood out. She had an air of self-possession that showed all the confidence in the world by the look on her face. Her petite breasts were tastefully covered by a Ramones t-shirt with a plunging neckline that showed a hint of the swell of her chest. Decked out in piercings and plaid, she knew her controversial look would only polarize people’s opinion. We both got shocked & moved away from one another. Hurriedly put our cloths. Ranjana cupped her breasts beneath the blouse (without bra) and just wrapped the saree and soon moved to the door and saw through the manhole. She turned to me with a smile saying “it is the milk man.” (The milk man delivers the milk in the evening by 5 o’clock). I looked at the watch on the wall it was showing 5.20. She grabbed a vessel lying nearby and went to the door. From my place I could see the milkman staring.