She barely noticed that something was different about it. Hell, she’d never even seen a male organ besides her husband’s, let alone holding anothe... one. When he finished it started to fill like hubby did when he was getting ready to fuck. Tommy turned his head to face her, “Feels real good. Can you rub it for me?” She quickly pulled her hand back but there was a twinge in her crotch that she couldn’t miss. As she glanced down she saw that the head was partially covered with skin, unlike her. Gina was too tired to cry and tried to sleep but was awakened in the middle of the night when she felt the driver fucking her cunt hard and deep then pulling out and thrusting deep into her ass and holding still while his dick twitched and his cum poured into Ginas ass. He told Gina they were making a stop just outside of St. Louis in about an hour. His friends were waiting, along with anyone else he could round up and that shed put out one last time and then hed drop her off. This kept Gina. Can I throw my clothes in the dryer?" The power is out." Oh yeah, I forgot." I don't have any extra clothes here, either. I'll put some logs in the fireplace, and start it. Candles. I have candles, too. Actually, I have a hurricane survival kit. Ten gallons of drinking water, flashlights, extra batteries, waterproof matches. Oh, I do have rainwear." He fetched the yellow full rain suit and showed it to her. "Heavy-weight ribbed PVC fabric with soft polyester lining." I'm wet, not cold. No way. Sen chole gelen. Ami soja bathroome chan korar janno dhuke gelam. Ami jakhon chan korchilam takhon amader gate ring holo. Ami bhablam je Binoye hote pare na karon tar kache gater chabi ache. Ami amar nengto shorire ekta gown joriye gate khule dilam aar dekhi je samne Mr. Sen danriye ache. Ami onake dekhe bollam, “Sir, apnee?” Mr. Sen bhetore eshe bollen, “ami ektu aage ekta chasmar dokane giyechilam aar takhuni Binoyer amake amar cell phone phon korche. Aar tai ami tomake bolte eshechee je aaj.