She was shouting “Nee Kuthalo naa moguni modda, Na chelo padi dengichukoka pothe ee Mamidi thotalo denginchukokudatha” (My husband’s penis in yo...r vagina, Why don’t you get fucked in this mango garden instead of getting fucked in our corn field.) She did not see me sitting there. She was going on abusing the owner of the goats in filthiest language possible. So I went close to that woman and asked her why she was shouting. I told her to speak in good words. She said that kind of language common. I thought I was finished when a last chunk of shit popped out. I felt the hard smack to the side of my face. I was already sobbing apologies. My asshole itched."You just fucking shit and pissed in my car!" I..I..I'm..S..S.Ssssorry!" I sobbed. She back handed me again."Fucking little cunt." I pushed up further off the seat supported only by my hands. My left hand started getting wet from the spreading pool of piss."Worthless piece of shit! Christ it reeks!" She made a hard right turn into a. Rose saw my cock… and I saw everything. Or so I thought. What followed was a demonstration of the finer points of my step-sister’s body. Rose pulled on her nipples, spread her thighs… and then her labia. Her gaze never left my eyes but she indicated exactly what she wanted me to do with my cock… where she thought it should go. Despite my revulsion at the idea, my hand became a blur of motion. Rose wriggled her hips and her moans got louder. My cock was on familiar territory and seemed to get. Rita broke his gaze while she put a pair ofsuntan pantyhose on the table in front of him. Jack gave her a glance ashe said, "What do I do with these?" That's what we're here for," the stylist replied before she gave himinstructions about how to put them on.Jack opened the package and looked at the garment that looked too tightto put on. He gave the women a nervous look before he said with a shakeof his head, "Is there any woman alive who really wears these anymore?" They're not the most.