In kannada he said”phone madi matadabeku anta karskotini amele madibittu kalustini”.Hearing to this I came to know that he wants to fuck her but s...e never let him to fuck. But physical relationship with him was not clear. She used to carry laptop but when I checked log in the laptop she never used the laptop there. This went curious.I was listening to the phone conversations very carefully and secretly somehow she can’t even predict that someone can record the call in her phone. The app was. My heart beat faster as he moved and soon he was kneeling at my feet. It wasn't totally dark inside the box thanks to some small holes in the side and roof.I could see him smile as he knelt there just staring at me."Damn, if you don't look like a real girl," he stated."I want you," I said in a feminine whisper that surprised even me.It was a line we had read in a trashy novel and it seemed appropriate. A second later my buddy began to strip off his street clothes. I ran my hands over my. Mmmm that old woman had some big erect nipples that i just nursed on for what seemed like an hour. I stood her up, layed her on the tableland pushed her legs up and back. She held her legs up as I ran my hand through the thick hairy bush. i took both hands and parted her fat meaty pussy lips exposing her labia and clit. She was a little moist and with out a hesitation I leaned over and started licking and sucking Tara's passband sliding my forefinger inside. She was very tight but moist enough. I thought about throwing pebbles, but the grass wasn’t giving me anything to throw. Frustrated, I just took off my shirt, balled it up and hurled it at the window. It hit with a thunk.“What?!” He yelled down.“One! And a half! Miles!” I yelled between breaths, “Suck it!”I couldn’t tell his reaction, the window was dark with the sunset shining at that angle. He could be watching me, for all I knew. Maybe he was, maybe he wasn’t, but if he was, I decided I was going to torture him some more. After.