I continued for as long as possible, but as soon as I blinked, the ball dropped downwards. Luckily, I kept my concentration on stopping the ball from ...oving, so it remained in the air as I moved from underneath it. I took hold of the ball in my hand, but it did not move, I could only describe it as if it was super glued to the air. Then I blinked again and I felt it move, but I was still trying to concentrate on it to stop. In the end, I thought it should move, and it did.Over an hour, I tried. Luke is already taking pictures with his Instax, placing the photos on the rear dash as they spit out one after the other. I consider calling Henry to make sure he found the car and her place, but given that he hasn’t called me, I figure he’s doing just fine.The GPS informs me that I’ve arrived, but all I see are dense trees and shrubs. With the sun setting, it’s hard to tell exactly which dirt road to take, but I’m able to spot the name “Rush” on one of the mailboxes. The headlights pave the. "Good girl. Glad you aren't wearing boxers. That's for men,babe. Don't worry though. We'll get you some real panties. Daddy'sgonna get his bitch some real panties. But come on. Take this littlething out. You'll feel better," he said, big black fingers tugging myunderwear out of the way, effortlessly. Like they were nothing. Andthen my own little nothing was in the air. Twitching and aching. Thatmade him laugh again, and he ruffled my hair. Before passing anotherblunt to my lips. I. I pulled out my fingers and showed her how wet her pussy is.“Are you sure you want me to stop, aunty? Your pussy is wet. I know you wanted this too.” I asked her.Then I pulled her saree and petticoat, dropped it on the bathroom floor, while she resisted and pulled out my hard cock from my pants. I pulled down her panties, and put my hard cock on top of her well trimmed pussy. I started rubbing my dick back and forth on top of her pussy.“Please stop, I beg you, Rajesh. My pussy is already.