. aaah.. wooooooow.. uuum... " She was all wet and her pussy was dripping wet now.. It was my turn now to grab her pussy and make her hotter and hotte... that she was looking for. Both of her legs were now around my neck and my head was in between her spongy thighs. My tongue was now ready to measure her deep depth of pussy and her pussy was ready to measure length of my tongue. I did insert my tongue as deep as I could, but her pussy, though was tight, seem to have no end and my tongue was. "I'm surprised he hasn't cum yet." "He already came once," she said softly, "and it usually takes him a while to do it again so soon." Her voice was soft and a little hesitant, but her husky tone told me that she hadn't managed to cum yet. Perfect. "You just keep that up, gorgeous, and he will, believe me." I noticed that the car had a bench seat in front, and while she was kneeling on her side of it, there was still a fair amount of room by the passenger door. Good. "So," I said, addressing. The combat AI was a master of all marine related unarmed combat techniques, and offered to teach Jason techniques and then give him the opportunity to practice fighting.The two AIs together, undertook an assessment of Jason and his skills, over the course of a draining hour. The AIs were heavy, much heavier than most people, which meant he struggled to throw them. His strength had improved but was still much less than it was as a younger man. The AIs were quick, blocked his attacks, shattered. Park was ruined with empty beer canes, bottles and used condoms. Imran’s Lund already boned so he opened her salwar and started fucking her. Laila moaned, “Aaah! Ooouch! Jor Jor Se Chod Bhai.” Imran replied, “Ufff! Di, you are so hot. Maan Karta Hai Tere Se Hi Nikaah Kar Lu.” Laila smiled, “Tu Waise Bhi Free Hai Mujhe Chodne Ke Liye.” Soon they finished and returned to home. In evening they planned to visit Savita’s home.Imran and Abhi >>Imran and Laila reached Savita’s home. Abhi bought beer.