That was 10.30 in the evening. I was coming back from Mumbai. I asked her to come to airport. Because of traffic jam I was late by two hours. After la...ding I called her immediately. Priya are you there? I asked. Yes. Where are you? She asked. I am still at Mumbai airport & my flight is four hour delay. Have you come to Airport? I asked again. Yes .It is showing one flight from Mumbai has landed. She was bit upset. I have not come by that one. It will be taking off in few minutes. I told her. Oh. When I figured that she was ready I stood up and placed the tip of my large cock at her entrance and pressed into her. She forced her hips back and took half of my cock up her ass. She grabbed the edge of the table and said lets do this. I slid the rest of the way in and started to fuck her slow. She looked around and said fuck my ass like you just fucked my pussy. I slammed into and she started to scream. I could feel her sphincter tighten every time I plunged into her. I grabbed her arms and. She was carrying grocery items in each hand and as she passed the cereal section, she reached up for a box of something and that stretched the material even further. She was turned a bit away from me so I didn't get a perfect view of her pussy lips but this angle was hot and good enough to cause my cock to twitch. I went and grabbed a jug of milk and proceeded to the checkout. I left the store and went to the side of the building. I normally park on this side as there is less traffic. It's. Angela began.Back in the late sixties everyone did it in their car. No where to go and no-one had their own place. Her best mate, and she was her very best mate, had become the girlfriend of a local lad with a car. He how ever had a bit of a reputation for wanting more than a kiss and cuddle.Now apparently back then it was normal for a bit of fingering to go on out in dark public places, the cinema, up the canal bank, down the lane etc. But full blown sex was a no-no.Angela's best friend.