I screamed. Then I screamed again, the sound carried away instantly by the slip stream of wind rushing past the car. It was then that I looked up and ...aw my friend, her dinner date and daughter going by our vehicle on the inside lane. I smiled, caught her eye and waved. With the wind whipping my hair, the unfamiliar vehicle and all, I can only pray she only saw what she thought she saw, not was was there, displayed in front of God and everyone. I was laying on the window sill at that point, my. Ouch, that was totally unexpected. He crushed me tightly and my body feels pain and pleasure. I hugged him and feels his body heat, he running his hand on by back and pressing my ass. His chest crushed my breast and my nipple is erect, he must be felt it. I kissed his neck and moving my lips on his chin. He caught my head and kissed my lips and sucking it. I released suddenly, and she removed my saree and I removed his shirt. He placed his hands on my breasts and pressed both the breast. For once he slept like a log. For a couple of days he heard nothing from Mara. Then there was a letter – from a lawyer, to his relief. It was put in strictly reasonable English, even thought the demands made in it were not, but he thought he could live with that. He hired a lawyer himself and instructed her to deal with the situation and left the two firms to fight it out among themselves. To his surprise he did not only hear nothing from Mara, he heard nothing from anyone else either. All. It didn't. She wanted more."Please, Jack, ohhh, yes, fuck me now! I want your cock so bad I can taste it!" Do you want it in your cunt or mouth? I can't tell from the way you're talking." It doesn't matter!"Then she was robbed of further speech. His exploring hand pressed into the smoothness that was her pussy mound and probed lower. A finger jabbed out into her sex gash. Instantly coated with her inner juices, the finger began wiggling to and fro."Ummm, ungh, ohhh!" Like it, don't you?" he.