Seeing it so close, I stopped massaging and looked at it intently. Mala aunty asked me, Why did you stop and she opened her eyes. She saw me staring i...tently into her pussy. She felt ashamed and tried to cover her privates with the petticoat. But the petticoat was right up there and I had a great darshan of her cunt. She tried to get up from the bed.Without realizing, I started massaging her thighs again and she fell back on the bed. Then she got up suddenly and with a wicked smile asked to get. The sun was almost down and the sky was a beautiful red-blue. I had the windows down and the summer air was starting to cool a little. I was about 100 miles from home and was anxious to get home and shower off and make love to my old lady. I had been gone five days and was horny as hell and needed some release because I was so busy on the business trip I only got the chance to beat-off once, early one morning.The interstate was quiet and dark; I could see some lights up ahead maybe three miles. “Uh,” he grunted, “Jasmine. The Goth girl?” Alex nodded her head. “We’re going to wash all of Jasmine off and make you ready for Alex.” Tom managed to chuckle, even though she ran the bar roughly under his ball sack while her other hand continued to hold and manipulate his manhood. “And you?” “Kevin. I told you. He took me to the littler room.” “That’s a tough act to follow.” “I think you’ll do fine,” she said, stroking his rigid hard-on with her soapy hand. She dropped to a knee and ran the. Lucius saw to their education. Greek tutors taught them Latin, Greek, mathematics and the sciences, even as he himself relentlessly drilled them in the gladiatorial arts. They became expert horsewomen and archers.They learned to rely on each other. They were half-caste c***dren. Neither would have been accepted by her mother’s people or her father’s. They would be at home in neither culture, and they would have to make their own way in the world. In many ways, they were well-suited for the life.