Unko dekhte hi mera lund khara ho gaya,aur sucha ki shalo ko zarure chodonga.main apney bike me tha aur woh aur unke bete nitu auto se aayee thee..mai... bike aapna bag lekar aaya tha.phir maine kaha aap loog mere bike baith jao.to woh loog baithgaye maine kaha ki jo pechey baithega woh mere bag ko pakdega.Shalo bhabhi mere peche baithe aur nitu last me baithe.Shalo bhai ka touch jaise hi mere jism me hua mujhe current si lage and pyasa lund turrent khada ho gaye aur chuchi baar baar mere peth ma. Suddenly he cries out,'Stop! I'm going to cum.'With one last lick up his shaft you crawl back up to sit next to him.'That was incredible, you're so fucking hot.'He reaches down and pulls your bikini bottoms down to your knees. He moans as he feels your soaking vagina and expertly zeroes in on your throbbing clitoris. As he rubs it gently with a single finger you feel as if a bolt of electricity has hit you. Looking into his eyes, you can see he's just as turned on by this as you are. By the. The wide expanse of thick grass, dotted with small clumps of trees here and there, was almost deserted at noon on a weekday. We had all the privacy we could wish for."I know," Laura said after a long pause, "but it seems like putting me in a trance and digging around in my mind is so... so... dirty that I don't know if I can do it. Please understand... hon--Mark, I just don't think it'll do any good." How can you know that?" I demanded. Laura winced at my tone and expression. She shook her head. We had ID-cards that identified us as Sarah andKathy, rationbooks and money.Matron would then overlook on how wemanaged. The first time we where very edgy, but it got better, and wewhere proud, and matron was proud. I would get all kind of clothes now: bra, girdler, suspenderbelt,stockings, corsets, dresses, hats, shoes and bags, and I began to likedressing up, and put on make-up, earrings. I liked to see my tits bouncewhen I moved and walked. I felt like a girl. Matron noticed that Ibehaved.