Low moans escape my lips, soft pants play across her soaking flesh, dribble trickles down the side of my mouth and splashes down to despoil her smooth...breasts. My own pleasure is rising hot and fiery between my legs and as my tongue teases her erect nipple my pussy pulsates at every caress. She tugs at my hair pulling me off her pulsing nipple, leaving my mouth panting and empty. I look into her face; my stare reflected back in her sunglasses, observe her flushed and breathless and wonder at. As Sam exhaled and the tent began to fill with smoke, she rifled through a few pockets of her purse and found the pills she had moved from the first aid kit to her purse earlier that morning. Still in the modified 1-dose Tylenol packets, JoAnna had gotten 12 pills and each one was a dose. With 2 doses to a packet, there was a string of connected packets rolled into a small spiral in her purse, in order to look like just some every-day headache medicine.Sam ripped off a packet and threw it to. I opened the box, in it there was a bra and panties, I pulled them out, she blushed the strappy bra and panties were red lace, and probably covered very little. Samantha jumped at me to grab them, landing across my bed, across me. As she landed, something else fell out of the box, a small pink vibrator. She made to grab for it, and missed, her hand landing right on my crotch, on my semi stiff cock, under my sheets.She blushed, I blushed. I dropped the box and its contents, Samantha picked. Itnae main didi boli thora bahir nikalo mare choot phat rahi hai or main 2 baar discharge ho gae hon ….Mujhay saans lyne do ..Or driver ne apni speed kuch taeez kar di to didi boli … Esko bahir nikalo ab ..Mare bus ho gae hai …Udhar didi kay dono mummay driver kay haath main thay or driver pora didi kay oper jhuka hua tha .Didi boli kiya aaj he pora daal do gay main abhi pora nahi lay sakti bohat dard ho raha hai . To driver bola nahi pora nahi dala . To didi boli bahiya kiya es ne pora andar.