Later she kept giving hints every now and then indicating that she was interested in me. The day I was waiting for came during our annual cultural fes...ival. It was traditional day, and everyone was wearing traditional attire. Neha was wearing purple saree in Gujarati style with a matching low neck and almost backless blouse. Her saree was an inch below navel. She has deep round navel and navel is my weak point, I get aroused when I see navel of a woman wearing saree. Looking at her sexy fair. The wheel began pulling to the right and she knew a tire was going down. 'Not a big deal,' she thought, pulling safely to the shoulder of the road. She would call her road service and settle in for what would probably be a long wait. "Oh hell, no fucking signal," she said out loud. She had never changed a tire before but she had seen her husband do it a couple of times. After her husband died in a car crash two years ago, she took karate to occupy her mind and keep her body fit, so she was. I was drinking pretty heavily, but not past the point where I did not know what I was doing. I knew exactly what I was doing. My t shirt dress was just below the creases in my butt cheeks, I was wearing lace up boots all the way up past my knees, and a black thong underneath. A man approached me. I later learned his name was Kim. He stood next to me and told me “I think my entire lifes goal has been to be close to that ass.” I thought it was quite forward but I didn’t mind, I enjoyed the rush.. I was ready. Anne was on her back. Without any foreplay whatsoever I plunged my cock into Anne's moist and loose hole. A few thrusts and there I was again prematurely ejaculating in Anne's cunt. I quickly withdrew and rolled to the side. Phil immediately took over. His cock plunged into the moist gooey hole. He was whipping up my sperm to a froth. He did last a bit longer. He withdrew. I was ready again. This went on for three rounds. Anne's cunt was overflowing. Our orgasms did become dry, no.