Coming from a small town like Hassan, I found Bangalore a bit too posh for my liking.Girls wore dresses which showed a lot of skin and it is also very...difficult to make out women from girls. In my town, typically women above 25 or 30, after marriage, k**s etc, would only wear sarees, whereas, in this posh gated community, it was difficult to identify 40-50 years old aunties from their 15-20 years old daughters.In a couple of days, I got settled in Bangalore. The weather was good and I could. I scanned the whole pool, looking for him to surface, actually becoming more and more worried that something might have happened to him. Had he hit his head at the bottom of the pool and been rendered unconscious? Was he still swimming toward me, holding his breath like the athletic champion that he was? Had he died of a heart attack from falling in lust at first sight?I took my hand out of my Speedos and off my hard cock, really starting to worry. I frantically looked around as I started. Trying to pull herself back up, she clawed desperately at the passenger seat with her left hand while frantically waving her pistol with the right. Trying to straighten up. She had to get off another shot. She had to. But she was falling out of the car. And she couldn’t pull herself back in. The harder she struggled, the further her head and shoulders slid out the door. Long legs now spread wide, Lauren’s right foot was caught under the dashboard, while her left foot draped between the seats,. OMG it hurt and OMG did I cum! He was well lubed up and moving in and out slowly. He was telling me how good my tight virgin asshole felt. He would slap my ass and slide his cock in and then come back out slowly. Slap and repeat until I seemed calm and then he really started letting me have it. I was squealing with joy but think I might have had some tears of pain as well but I didn’t want him to stop. He was pulling my hair and pounding my ass. Jason was now on his knees shoving his cock in my.