‘Or thirsty? Would you like something to drink?’ ‘Drink,’ repeated the woman in similarly accentless English with a strange Tamil lilt. She n...dded her head in the slightly twisting way that was common to people from India. ‘Perhaps she does come from the Indian subcontinent,’ said Rao, ‘but doesn’t speak Hindi or English. Perhaps she speaks Urdu. Or Bengali.’ ‘I think she’s just tired,’ repeated Dorothy. ‘Give her something to drink and let her rest.’ She turned to face the strange woman and. ...i was ready to explode in my pants....iknew all i had to do was touch myself and i'd erupt, but i wanted the BBC i was servicing to erupt either before me or at the same time....i kept sucking his cock, and licking his shaft, and whenever i took my mouth off his cock i would tell him i'm gonna eat his ass after he explodes in my mouth... i know this turned him on cause i felt his cock getting harder in my mouth.... around halfway through the trip we now had a good 20 to 25 people in the car. The shower was in a part of the house I loved - cool, right off a main master bedroom. It was always so peaceful and quiet there. The light seemed to filter through one particular window in a dreamy way that made me want to relax, made me feel sensuous and horny, even though I still didn't know what "horny" even meant. Being a smart child and longing to re-enact the feelings from the garden hose, I began putting two and two together. If water coming out of the hose hitting my virginal. I was still feeling the tremors rippling through my body when my husband stood up and presented his cock to me."My turn," he said with a smirk. "Suck my cock." Let's go upstairs," I whispered. I looked upward but my son's face was no longer there."No, you fucking slut," he said with our usual sexual teasing talk, "Get on your knees and take this fucking cock in your mouth."I eased my body down until I was on my knees looking up at him and his big cock, bouncing in front of my face."Lose the.