He was looking for a place for them to move to, on the sly.We found a number of places that fit his criteria, so he said that he’d be back in a coup...e of days to talk to my Dad about the different places. We shook as he left, as he paused at the door, looking like a spy wondering who might be watching him.After he finally left, my sister came around from the back, “So I’m Sari Christiansen, that’s Mom’s maiden name, isn’t it?”“That’s why I picked it. Some stupid movie or TV show said, ‘Keep. I moved my other hand and took it under her jeans into her hot panties. She was so hot and wet down there! It was pure hot pleasure she was in, I moved my hand slowly to her cunt and started to finger her. Slowly at first I inserted one finger, and ran it around in circles.It was very hard for her to control herself from shouting out from her orgasm as i was feeling her boobs as well her virgin pussy at the same time. I finally thought to go in and kiss her too, and when I did, she came over my. “I’m gonna get you home.” By now everyone was either watching the argument or watching the fireworks pretending not to listen. I was glowing with embarrassment as I stood up and went over to calm down Glen. With Glen being my ride and unable to safely drive himself home Mr. Bass decided he would drive Glen back to our apartment. After a joint effort from me and my boss to settle him down we headed for the parking lot. Mr. Bass was walking smoothly beside me, while Glen probably eager to. As slapping sounds of her fist on his balls filled he started to groan. But she too was now beginning to whimper. ‘Unhhh! Nahi Babuji. Rokiye isko. Ab bas!’ she begged him. (No Babuji. Stop this. Enough now.) As she twisted and turned under his ministrations the car continued to bounce and lurch along the dusty side-road. Her right hand, on which her entire body weight rested, was aching from the load, while her left hand, continuing its frantic pumping felt the strain of the repetitive motion.