The two men didn't seem to know each other but they had one thing in common: they each had one of her hands massaging their crotch. They were sitting ...wkwardly, as if they didn't know how to respond to it, but to your confusion, they didn't seem to be acknowledging what she was doing.Your eyes widen in judgement, and you bring them quickly back to your phone. "What the fuck?" you ask yourself in whisper. It's not the weirdest thing you've seen on the subway, but it's certainly high on the list.. You glance up and smile at me…..telling me that you were pleased……You tell me that we are going to make a stop before home and I do not question where we are going. You pull into an adult book/movie shop. I glance at you and you give me that up to something grin…You get out of the car and open the door for me to climb out…..You always treat me like your princess when we are out…..You grab my hand and lead me into the establishment. We walk over to the movie isle and you tell me to pick out what. She was still getting fucked in the mouth; she moaned on that sliding cockmeat.The boxer was desperate.With cunt so near, yet so far, with his knob imbedded, but his prickshaft restrained, he was going wild. He whimpered and whined in despair, the sound of his terrible frustration a pitiable thing.Molly felt sorry for the boxer.He needed it so badly.His prick was pounding with need. And her cunt needed it, too! That shallow penetration, that lovely rubbing against her clit was making the horny. I remember what my first girlfriend was like. She was a pure living bomb material. Perfect boobs, perfect body, perfect ass, perfect abdomen, perfect complexion, perfect height and perfect cunt. But I was made up of a different material. Conventionally unconventional.Okay, my story starts six years ago when I joined a crash course for engineering entrance exams. There I met my old school friends Abhinav & Bhanupriya. I also made friends with a cousin brother of Bhanupriya named Himesh. Me &.