Margo was just about ready when she heard the unfamiliar car pull into her driveway.Her cell phone bleeped. “I’m here.” It read.Margo picked up ...er small clutch purse along with her brief-case and shutting the door behind her turned to see Calvin standing beside a Jet-black slope-nose Porsche.Calvin grinned as he opened the car door for her.The seating was a few inches from ground level and Margo struggled down into the padded racing style squab which had five-point seat belts.Calvin took her. “God, you two, still at it, looks like you’ll both need a shower soon,” said Ron. Ron was right, not realising before but we were both fairly wet, sweating. Jean, turned her head towards Ron, “You oaky hun? would you like to join in?” she asked. “No, its alright, you finish him off, I’ll be downstairs,” said Ron. As he said that, Jean, shouts quite loudly, “F U C K!” I shushed Jean. Ron said, “Its okay, I don’t mind her being loud, I can listen to that no problem.” With that Ron, puts on. That very moment made me go on the terrace every day just to watch those sexy moves and curvy figure. One fine evening I was watching TV in our living room. The door bell rang and when I opened the door to my surprise I saw the same yoga girl. I was delighted and welcomed her inside. She wanted to start newspaper and milk so she had come asking for contact nos. I grabbed the chance and asked her phone number so that I could SMS her the details. She innocently gave it and that was my passport. She slid around on the bed, bucking, twisting, humping, not keeping still for a single moment, much like a rattlesnake moving swiftly over uneven ground. I tried to latch onto her mouth, but she kept me away, making a continuous keening sound which rose in pitch to loud wailing when I rubbed her breasts with a free hand while holding on for dear life with the other. However, when a well-lubricated finger stabbed into my anus, pushing and turning till it hit "my" spot, I lost it completely. Can.