Woh rickshay ki taraf badhi hi thi ki mein turant uske paas pahunch gaya. “oh to aap roz 8 baje hi aati hain” maine kaha. Usne kaha “roz nahin�...kabhi nau bhi baj jate hain”. Maine poochha “aaj meri car mein chalein ?”. Usne bhi shararat se sawal ke badle sawal kiya “kyon rickshaw mein achchha nahin lagta kya ?” is par mein bas muskura diya aur phir request ki. Hum parking ki taraf mud gaye aur thodi hi der mein hum sadak par the. Car mein…. Maine car residential area ki taraf lene ki jagah. Guys Ive got to go, Ill call you later she was out the door and in her car in two minutes. The entire drive home she kept reviewing the events of the previous evening. My butt is sore as hell and my pussy feels almost the same but I feel great, at least well fucked she thought. I didnt brush my teeth I can still taste there cum, in my mouth Im such a whore, and she laughed. Once home she checked the answering machine, well no messages. Then a shower clean clothes and coffee. She called Al and. After three months in my new home I was still able to spend most of my days at home and had worked up to using the longer programs that I’d designed, these kept me locked to Cafune for hours, and simulated a series of ‘rides’ at various speeds, each ride was separated by a period of calm when there was little movement, leaving me less than fully impaled and able to just enjoy the fulness and prepare for the next ride. I had even written a program to use at night so I could set everything up and. She had shoulder-length straight brown hair and blue eyes. She seemed to be wearing a bit of make-up. She was very slim with a somewhat developed chest. She was wearing a short-sleeved pink top that clung to her body emphasizing her breasts, and a pleated black skirt that reached mid-thigh. She was wearing black tights and black shiny dress-shoes. I looked at her pretty smile and forgot my nervousness. I was enjoying being on the stage beside her, and began to feel comfortable. I was wondering.