Tell your boss to credit Marty Granville's account for the delivery costs."So my boss would lose a few pennies in commission. I'd make a few brownie p...ints with Annette's dad. Hey, never underestimate the power of cultivating the parents!By ten p.m., I was outside Marty's Ice Cream Parlor for the second time that week. This time, I brought along one of the ice creams on my first trip inside. "Annette?" I'm back here. Is that the Ice Cream Man?" The Ice Cream Man Cometh," I intoned.I almost did. "You are literally fucking the shit out of me." Unhhh. Nasty nasty girl. Look at how ready you are." I was out of control, I started pumping as deep as I could, and listened as the pumps sounded wetter and stickier."Get it," she said. "Pound that ass. Oooh Oooh oh oh oh oh oh." Uh uh uhh unhh uhhhh."She knew how to take it in her ass. A total pro. She grooved into me, and tried to push her body against me, getting my cock those extra inches deeper into her ass."Is this what you do with Annie?". Suddenly she said ….”arre chai rakhee hai gas pe, munna tuu poonch de daddy ko” and went away. I was more started at the request than the fact that she said “daddy” for uncle. Uncle stood there with his arms spread wide as I wiped him. He read the expression on my face and said “kya hua? You look flushed”. I said “apka ding-dong …..aage se skin… Nahi…” He started to augh. “ding dong?” ha ha ha “arre ise ding dong nahi… never mind. Kyon tumhara skin peeche nahi hota kya?” I just kept looking at. Both of them were oblivious to having sex in public as they were lost in the moment. Andrew was on his knees while keeping his chest and head lower. This move accentuated the round shape of his shapely ass. Brad like the feel of the curvy buttocks as he drove his cock all the way home. Andrew groaned repeatedly each time Brad buried his cock in Andrew's ass. Andrew's moans and groans were only audible inside the car as the pounding rain drowned out any sounds.Every time Brad drove his cock into.