I slowly moved my hand towards her navel and placed it on her lower back.Then I inserted my hand inside her shorts and touched her ass cheeks over her...panty. I looked at her and she is encouraging me with her brown eyes. So I got courage and slowly moved my hand to upwards massaging her bare back. We are doing all this in a car and the cab driver doesn’t even care about the shit we are doing. If it was in India, we will be thrown out of the car.I moved my hands into her shirt and now I can. I leaned back, gripping on2 both sides of the seat, as he leaned 4ward & slid his thick lips over the tip of my aching cock. as i watched my pale, pulsating shaft slide between his dark lips, i got even more excited by the contrast of his dark skin on my own whiteness. i closed my eyes & tipped my head back, enjoying all the hot, wet sensations. malcolm's hands gripped my hips, as he slid all the way on2 my cock, taking me deep in2 his throat. i was so excited that i knew this would not take. I slowly moved both hands down her thigh until I got to the hem of her skirt and then while stroking her thigh with both hands pulled her skirt up until I found her wet kickers and put my hand between her legs again and stroked her bum with my left hand. She seemed to be getting wetter and I moved my hands up to the waist band of her knickers. I slipped the finger tips of both hands under the waist band and found they weren't tight so I was able to slowly bring my hands down pulling her. Like a broadhead arrow, the blades shone malevolently in the setting sunlight. The blades would be blunt, Lila knew, to stretch without cutting, to hurt without tearing. She shuddered at the thought of the broad blades inserted, stretching, perhaps even rupturing her sphincter. She could of course take it in the vagina; it would hurt less that way.She drunk again of the Gatorade Aisha offered her, in short sips, interrupted by gasping, labored breaths. Again she regretted drinking it, but there.