I could hear him moaning and as I gained speed, I knew that he wouldn’t last long so I stopped and pulled off his boxers and shirt. I pushed his leg... up and started rimming his asshole. He tried to stop me again but this time, I forced it and he gave in with a sigh. I looked him in the eyes and then kissed him deeply, probing his mouth with my tongue, all resistance was now gone and I knew he was now mine. I went back to his cock and sucked him again and I heard him grunt and felt his cock. ”“HELL YEAH! Then we want you to fuck both of us bent over the rear deck.”“Who have you been talking to?”“We called your Granny yesterday about letting us insure all your farms together. Tammy told her we were going to the Lunsford Farm with you, and she told us about all the different ways you love to fuck a woman in your convertible.”“My Granny has always made up stories like that about me.”When I stopped in the driveway in front of the old, two-story, white, Southern Mansion, both of them. We had coffee. After having coffee, we looked into our eyes. She made her first move. She stood and came near to me. I’m still on the sofa, sitting. She came close to me that her belly button is in front of my face.She turned back and started lifting her saree. Lifted till her knee. I helped her with lifting. And lifted above her hip. Her pink panties are now in front of me. I asked, “Shall I remove it?” She nodded. I, in one stroke, took it to the ground. Her body shivered. I held her hip with. ‘Not anymore than meeting any other new person, no,’ I chuckled and they did too. Rebecca turned to Dom and smiled. ‘You are going to the mixer tonight right?’ she pleaded and Dom shrugged before turning to me. ‘You are too!’ Rebecca demanded then and I started to shrink into myself. ‘You can’t just command people to do things Rebecca,’ Dom defended me and I smiled sheepishly glad she at least understood I may not want to go. Rebecca shrugged then lead us to her group of friends. We started.