It must be a stationary thing to account for the other vehicles being here. Judging from the ages of the vehicles, it has been happening for at least ...he last 20 years. This time span is about the age of the motorway. Maybe this has been here all along, but has only become apparent once the road was opened. So if that is the case is it a two-way portal? How often does it occur, when does it occur, all these questions were going through my mind. Will I be able to tell and will I be able to pass. Her nipples harder and her pussy oozing out juices.The man again put both his hands on her waist now. He was playing with the laces of her panty. Slowly and carefully he opened the knot of her panty laces. Ishika didn’t realize it then as the panty was still in place. Now her both strings were hanging from the sides. Her leggings were now stockings torn from her ass and pussy.He brought his hand back in front of her pussy. He moved her panty to the side and touched her dripping pussy now. The. Prajakta you truly really got a tight cunt you bitch, I cant believe you are mother of two!”. She was stunned to hear the same, at the same time was enjoying my huge dick in her.I lifted my hips, moving my cock outward and then rammed it back in again savagely. She cried out, her face contorting, body arching and twisting and bowing under his. “Say it!” I said. “Keep saying you want it, whore, and keep talking!” “Ohhhh yes!” she moaned, her breathing ragged and staccato. “Fuck me.. fuck me... Running down from my ribs to my waist, barely touching, simply feeling, alighting little trails of liquid desire through my flesh with each trickle of a touch. I leaned into him in that moment, pressed myself into his body, letting that power, that smell of musk and other wrap around me and knock the breath from my lungs. A bitter surprise hit when the connection came that I was not meeting flesh I was not meeting his skin to mine. There was stupid clothes in the way. Cloth and jeans stopping.