Mr. Thorn's thrusting slowed, then stopped. He was panting. Pam had one hand on his head and one hand on his chest. She moved her hips slowly back and...forth. His stuff leaked out of her slit, down between the cheeks of her butt.Mr. Thorn pulled himself from her pussy. His white stuff came out with it like a flood. He let her ankles down and looked between her legs, then into her eyes."I'm afraid I probably got you pregnant," he said."I can't." Can't what?" I can't. The doctors said I'm broken,. “OK, start licking my cock from my balls right up to just under the head.”“Slowly please, not too fast.”For someone who had never sucked a cock he was going well and I could feel myself starting to build up for an orgasm.“Stop for a minute, we need some lube for my ass, there’s some in the bedside table.”“What’s it doing in the spare bedroom?”“You don’t think you’re the only bit on the side that gets put up here do you?”He looked a bit put out but got the lube.“Take the cap off and get a small. I needed the breeze, because it cooled my off in more way than one. Eventually we arrived at the park. If we were going to fuck here, we had to be careful. The place was crawling with fams and nature seekers, not to mention the rangers. The place had its share rangers as well, but those bums spent more time bugging pot smokers than anything else. I know because I'd almost gotten busted while I enjoyed some Afghan Big Bud a buddy of mine sent home. So me and Latoya had exited the car and walked. This contract was the biggest we try for so I wanted badly this one. For evening meeting I wear black transparent saree with gold color sleeveless choli with full back open. Inside only petticoat. Our new driver Ramu drives me there to farmhouse. I tell him to wait and go in. I am having one drink of whisky when two men they come inside. One old man is in white pajama kurta, I think he is age 60. one young man age 40 in pant shirt. Old man tells me “are you Sunita, I am Kishorilal and this is.