Mark lay under the car holding the drive shaft in place while Jason tightened the bolts around the new joint. His father had given Jason the 1968 ‘s...ang, but he really had had no choice. He had bought it as a project car some years ago. He had never got it running and when the divorce came, he had to move. There was no place to park a car that didn’t run at his new apartment, so he gave to his son. Jason and Mark had been wrenching on it every chance they got hoping to be able to drive it soon. It was wet and I sniffed it. I played with her langa ( to the people who don’t know what langa is – women wear inside saree) I was not satisfied. I opened her cupboard and there I found lots of inner wear. Wow she has mini skirts, leggings, jeans, shorts. Then I realised that her husband makes her wear before having sex. I found old torn cotton panties, and I found that her husband had neatly torn the place where her samosas hole can be directly fucked while his wife wears panty. I took a navy. ” I replied as I pulled away from the house. “Charmer.” She smirked. We hadn’t gotten 20 feet away from her boyfriends house when she reached over and started stroking my bulge over my jeans. “You’re still hard, she couldn’t have been that good.” Delicately, she took hold of the zipper and slowly pulled it down. “Judging by how quick you’re moving to get my cock out, I guess Richard wasn’t at his best today either?” I asked mockingly. She huffed, reaching into my jeans and grabbing hold. I was not sure how I would make her hot in a food court without embarrassing us.While I was lost in thoughts , Sonam and came and sat opposite me, I pulled her chair closer to me. She opened her purse and showed her lacy bra and panty. I gave her a big grin.I took her hand in my hands and caressed them. Sonam remarked that my hands were soft and sensual. I asked her to turn her pallu into a gujarati style and cover her breasts. I felt her soft arms and Sonam was enjoying my touch , a moan.