The tip was warm and wet. Precum, I assumed. I moaned loudly. He lightly rubbed it against my vagina. Slipping, sliding and stopping every now and aga...n to push it a fraction of a centimeter in, making me beg for more. He wouldn’t give me more. Not yet. His touch and the way he used his fingers was delicious in its raw chemistry. I wanted this man inside of me. All of him. I arched my back further and said one word: “Yes.” He slowly pushed himself inside me, allowing me to savor that first. I am sorry to hear that” Aayush broke the few seconds silence between us“mmm, thanks.. I am over it now… hopefully… So wats up with life? How come in Delhi?”“I work in Hyderabad. Was on a vacation but via Delhi, met Harsh and Vedika. Remember Harsh, the guy who called you Audi?”“Oh yes I do remember… he got married right? Saw it on facebook. His wife is nothing more than a Maruti. He stays in delhi?”“Yes shifted after marriage. Haha I know. Everyone can’t own an Audi. What about you”“I work. "I'm having a blast working on the car with you, Greg."Neither of us moved for a few moments. We stood staring at the engine with our arms holding the other. I didn't feel the least bit uncomfortable having Dave's arm around me or having mine around his waist."When are we going to take her out on the road?" Dave said."No time like the present. I don't have plates, but we should be okay as long as we stay off the main roads," I said.Dave and I climbed into the car. I shifted the car into reverse. When I use them at once, I have eight fingers in there, and I hear her squeal from the pleasure. My fingers dart in and out, with an increasing pace, which is matched by hear moans of pleasure. I feel around inside her, feeling different portions of her warm, pulsing tunnel respond differently to my probing digits. I understand by now which portions are responding to my touch. I choose them carefully, and play the tips of my fingers on them, hearing her moan with increased urgency and.