A fit man like him too. “Would you like a glass of water?” There you go. I look up at him with my sweetest blonde look. Then I move his hand away....A girl likes to see what she’s responsible for. Maybe just give the outline of his erection a little stroke. Hmmm… nice. Ah, so he wasn’t quite fully hard. Time to up the stakes I think. I take his right hand and guide it into my pyjama jacket. The next button pops open and his warm palm slides down and takes a handful of boob. Soft, firm but mainly. Shyam hid his face in guilty. I stole a glance at my son’s shining tool and to my amazement I found it to be really dark and big. Bigger than Ajay’s with vein showing on its side. I was amazed and admired it in open for a second without realizing.Anjali said “I can see that you are mesmerized by his masculine manhood. Now why don’t you feel it for yourself and get more personal” But I was tooo awestruck that I failed to hear what she said. I have never seen such a big hard cock in my life. Not. I just hammered away with my cock, slamming against her arse like a thunderclap in the quiet mountain air. Thoughts of dissatisfaction crept into my head because I had no sooner started the fucking process when I felt the pressure build in my balls and I knew I was going to shoot way too soon for both our likings. I tried to think of anything to prolong my fucking even stamping my ankle in the hope the pain would lessen the tension. Helen was encouraging me with some choice expletives and hints. It was very irritating so I loosen couple of more buttons now I had only lower 2 buttons of my shirt on and I started scratching my breast at place where it was irritating. Being an Indian girl I had ensure not to show driver my bust so I managed to do so by my partially opened shirt. While all this discomfort and irritation, out of my knowledge my skirt had risen up to a level that my panties where almost visibleI ignored it and I didn’t even think that the driver was looking at me cause I.