Vinu later got married to a seema who is nice lady. Although when we meet we are normal but in there hearts they are looking for opportunity to show e...ch other down, although seema and I are nice friends. Now coming on the story.One day when I went to pick up my son from his school I reached little early and was waiting at that time Vinu also came to pick up his daughter he saw me and called me to sit in his Scorpio as it was too hot outside I moved towards his Scorpio after some formal talks. The recycling of eggs was mindless but it would put him over the hump of finding funds to sustain his living requirements for the next few months as he finished his program.Joy was riding with him this evening and he showered and shaved carefully hoping that she would bend over and take care of him when he got to a straight section of the freeway. From experience, he knew it took him about seven miles of highway to get off with a girl's wet lips around his big boy. He stopped at the coffee. I finger the handle of my knife as I slice the crusts off her littlesandwich (PB&J, her favorite!) before I bring it down. She hates crusts. Ithink about just getting it over with and slitting my jugular, right now.I could do it. She would die, of course, without me to feed her - thenourishment of food, yes, but also hope. Every time I descend the steps,she thinks, maybe I will let her go now. Maybe this is the time I fumblemy key, or she can pickpocket my phone. It's not, though. I'm too. Which was now nearly dripping wet. Suddenly I felt warmth on my ass as he shot his load on me, but he was far from finished. He quickly ripped my shirt off of my body and tore my bra off. He was still hard. He rammed right back inside me, with a hand holding as much of my large breast as he could. Now with every few thrusts he was grabbing pulling and squeezing my nipples. He kept pounding his cock deep inside my pussy. He soon ordered me to roll over and I quickly obeyed. He took my torn shirt.