Mmm. So tight," she said as her fingers began to thrust out of my needy cunt. I let out a soft moan almost purring as I felt myself being filled, my b...dy twitching and responding to her fucking fingers. This was better than I could have ever imagined. Better than getting it off to Julia Ann every night, better than thumbing through my dad's old hustler magazines, better than any of my fantasies. This was perfect I thought as my eyes started to close and her fingers started to drill in and out. I first met at a Family Function in South Bombay. She was a friend of a friend. After the formal introduction the mutual friend was gone. I was hanging around with her during the function and I got to know that she was interested in me, through the way she was looking and smiling at me. She also knew that now I knew!Without thinking about anything I asked her out for some drinks at my place. She readily accepted. I drove out to my place and opened my Liquor Cabin & got us drinks. I made her a. I slid back off the bow, reached for the controls, pulled back to neutral and back into gear, nothing. I touched the button to lift the outdrive, stepping back and looking over the stern, there was no prop. A simple glance told me the story, I could see the rusted ends of what had been the retaining pin still inside the main shaft, the prop was gone! Somehow the stupid bastard that redid the outdrive had used a plain steel pin instead of a stainless steel one, why hadn’t I noticed that? I. Rachelle moaned again and Gwen hands moved to Rachelle’s breasts, over the shirt. Her breasts were soft and squishy, and her nipples were hard and perky. Gwen moved her hand to the inside of Rachelle’s shirt.“Hold me closer,” Rachelle said, “I can feel your tits on my back.”Gwen did as she said, but not before removing Rachelle’s cami. Rachelle’s breasts were large, a lot to grab onto for Gwen’s small hands. Rachelle opened her eyes and watched Gwen lick her fingers and massage one of.