Her body wriggled on the couch, needing to be touched. Her ass was squirming, wanting to be slapped. Thunder clapped overhead, sending another bolt of...chills down her spine. The sound of the truck was right outside. She wanted Marcos inside of her so bad it hurt. The truck engine turned off. She couldn’t help but reach down and touch herself…yup, really wet. She could hear him taking his boots off outside on the porch. The anticipation was almost too much for her to bear. His key entered the. Other hands press between her thighs, twisting the pins, her bare, tender flesh stretching as those pins are manipulated, digging deeper into that sensitive flesh. ?Agghhhh!.... Ohhh!! ?That hurts!? She grunts, blurts. Tears streak down her cheeks, her naked body tensing, arching as she’s spun around again, pinched across her flailing breasts, between her clenching thighs as a soiled shop rag’s stuffed deep into her mouth, forced between her lips, down into her throat. She feels her. Watching as the older woman licks at the younger’s pussy first, running her tongue over and over the rapidly swelling pussy.Letting out little whimpers the pet squirms and strains to push back against her mommies tongue so desperate for pressure and sensation against her ‘aching’ pussy.The older woman strokes her back and whispers soothingly “Relax, little girl, and let Mommy taste your pink,” and she lightly runs her lips and tounge over the pet’s pink, swelling folds. Relaxing bit by bit into. I waited till 7 pm. I failed again. I give up. After a week. I got half an hour late from home. I was frustrated and I got inside the train from another platform. I was surprised that there were few people on the train. though there were no empty seats. But at least I can stand comfortably. That's rare in Mumbai local the train. I stood in front of a seat. I saw her on the seat that is a few metres ahead. I went and stood in front of her. She noticed me but pretended that she didn't saw me..