Payal: Par Akshun to already school se direct tuition jakar hi aata haina wapas.Main ye sun Shradha ko hairani se dekhne laga. Woh boli: Offo Payal, t...m kabhi shant nahi rah sakti na. Tuition to sirf bahana hai ise yaha aage bhi lane ki. Ha ha ha!Payal: Wow great. Tuition to ab hum Amit ki lenge.Tab mere dimaag mein aayi ki Shradha ke sath sex koi ittifak nahi ho sakta tha. Kyu ki in sabke hone se pahle hi kal sham jab main Shradha ke ghar aaya tha to usne mujhe Akshun ki tuition ka kaam sopa. I began massaging his shoulders, rubbing his chest and tweaking his hard nipples. He responded by hugging me close to him with his left hand while his right caressed my buttocks and his tongue worked on my hard nipples. Before long the tip of his index finger slipped into my arse. The sweat rolling down my back helped lubricate his digit and he began to finger-fuck me. By now, both our cocks were rock hard and we ground our groins together slowly. “Kiss each other, you horny bastards”. For the last seventeen years I had the same recurring dream and the faceless stranger who frequented my thoughts always called me by the same name. ‘Mortigan…’ The lust trickled off his lips like dew falling off a morning rose and the pulsing between my legs responded as he spoke my name slowly, profoundly, and with purpose. Always one to keep my composure I calmly responded. ‘Good job. Now, to answer your question we may proceed at any time. ‘I’m on my way.’ His voice was hurried. ‘I know I’ll. My name is Bob Shipley and I’ll be glad to do what I can for you. First of all, what do I call you?” She wiped her nose with the side of her hand and said, “My name is Carol Watkins. Thank you for picking me up, I am in serious trouble and don’t know what to do.” I noticed the sign telling me that Oceanside City was three miles ahead. I knew that Oceanside City was a fairly wealthy suburb of Mobile, Alabama. There was only one way in and out of it on Route 8 according to the map. The map also.