.. speekee no espana, no englay’, coche is malo’, causing our latest MIF to join in the pantomime when making hand gestures, to go with her questi...n of whether Fatima had a cell phone with which to call for help.Once Fatima’s reply was established to be in the negative, Jane Richards pointed at her own mobile phone she’d produced from the pocket of her cut off Jeans and although clueless as to a number she could ring, she told the bemused looking Fatima “will call a garage”As if suddenly. He moaned, and this time when I pulled back up on him I took his cock into my mouth. It was exciting, I felt a rush go through me and I could feel his now hard cock bulge in my mouth. I fucking loved it, I wanted more, so I took him deeper and sucked. I made sure to leave him sloppy with my saliva so he’d slide in with ease. I took him to my throat, wanted to swallow him, but I couldn’t, he was too thick. We played for who knows how long, sucking each other’s cocks. I could taste something. She had one leg resting on a low shelf in the shower. Her hands were what caught my attention the most though. One hand was rubbing in a circular motion against her pink clit, not a pubic hair in sight, whilst the other was pumping away inside of her, following the rhythm of her other hand. The puddle that had been in my knickers all day felt like a river and I slid my hand down my pants, caressing my swollen clit. From my view by the door, I could see her pussy glistening, from either the. Loose!” His hand slid upward again, coming to rest at the junction of my thighs. With an evil grin, he said, “I’m thinking just the opposite! I bet you’re tight, actually.” He snickered at his little joke. His fingers pressed against the fabric of my panties. I prayed that my dampness hadn’t soaked them, but I was wrong. “What’s this?” he said pressing his fingers against the front panel before withdrawing and bringing his fingers to his nose. “I think she’s interested!” he added before.