He pulled his lungi and took out his dick. Only the glimpse of his dick, I saw. When Rahul came to driving seat, I saw a drop of cum on his lips. His ...hirst of cum, became him a gay. I came on front seat and started smoking. Rahul said to me, “Mom, give a head to me, I really need to relax.” I started sucking his dick while he drove the car. Soon my mouth filled with hot semen. Rahul stopped a while and kissed me for swallowing semen. Around 5am, we stopped near a field for fresh as our stomach. Miss Mueller agreed to let me help her with her lawn for 5.00 every Saturday weather permitting. My first day, she was out tending her flowers when I arrived, sandals over perfectly painted and manicured toes, athletic shorts riding up as she bent over I tried not to get caught looking to see if she had panties on a loose V neck jersey revealing ample C+ cleavage to some type of bra that I had never seen before. This old spinster at age 36 was what I looked foward to every week.She instructed. She was wonderful. Without a word she crawled up over and placed the head of her cock at my entrance. She rubbed the head up and down and with the combination of my juices and her pre-cum she had me very well lubricated. “Are you ready?” I nodded my head and she began to push herself inside me. It took a few seconds but eventually the head of her gorgeous cock was inside me. I grunted and she pushed up to my hymen and held it there. I looked up at her and told her to do it. She pushed through. The village we wanted was only five klicks away. When there was too much traffic, we began to use our feet. This town catered to tourists so we could fit in with little problem. Osston carried our smallest portal trying to find the centre of this nexus. Apparently all of the town was built on this feature.There was only one really good home in the city and I figured the person to own it had to be rich through the use of the portal. We stopped in at a restaurant and we found someone who could.