Craig slowed and signalled with his hand, just before he made an illegal U-turn to pull into an open spot outside of the café. Amelia stood just insi...e the door, knowing that he had things to do before he could just walk away from the machine. She watched closely as he found neutral and swung out the stand to lean the bike on. She wondered how he could even see where he was going for all of the mud on him, and when he pulled the goggles up to rest on his forehead, he looked like a racoon in. Damnnnnnnn! It's my friend : " Where you all at???" I know where I was and knew where I would like to have been but no such luck. Were over here n the parking lot come on I tell her, hell I wanted to get this man home! I'm waiting for her to walk across the street while I'm trying to get everything back in place and she gets in the car and starts bitching talking about ruining the moment but I quickly think, she will be going home going to bed and I will have him all to myself, which was going. My grandmother who everyone calls grams - even my uncles - or maybe HER mom before her, started the tradition. This was back in the olden days before there cars, when folks around here mostly rode horses and trains, according to my cousin.Anyway, mom’s side of the family is credited with starting this tradition because they were poor and couldn’t afford to give big birthday presents like kids get today.This is the hard part in my explanation of the tradition because, well, it’s embarrassing to. In a way, we were glad. I pulled her saree and pushed her on the bed licked her navel to our amusement. She was not wearing a bra. I put my hands on her blouse and tore it and out came huge pair of melons. I inserted my 6 inches cock into her pussy and fucked her face-on. I bite her nipples and she screamed in pain. She was a virgin and tearing of her hymen filled my cock with blood. While I increased the pace, we heard a knock on the door. Lily came in and saw her daughter getting fucked.