He was working on an old '32 Ford coupe with a flathead V-8. Actually, he'd been working on it for as long as I can remember. My other friend Chris wa... a film student. He was the only guy I knew who didn't have a car, but he spent all his money on a Bolex H-16 movie camera. I think he had dreams of becoming a big time Hollywood director or something. All I knew is he was going to film school out in Philly. As we sat around getting drunker by the hour, the conversation turned to events in the. She was so fair and naturally beautiful that she did not require any makeup. Her waist long hair was tied with a white clip and fell nicely on her shoulders and back, almost completing a perfect close up. Her arms were so smooth and silky that her saree almost slipped on that skin. Her boobs were well developed (34 c) for her age and protruded out of her blouse demanding due attention. Her belly button, though well behind the saree could be spotted above the helm of her underskirt, just adding. Then she began to groan as the next man slipped between her legs and into her wet hole, and once again she stuffed from both ends, and still jerking other cocks.It was then looking up I saw my father standing across from me with a grin on his face, and he then said "Good isn't she?" Yeah!" I replied back happily.Mrs Tulley was very good, her little head bobbed wildly back and forth on my cock, sucking and drooling all over my teen meat shaft and if it wasn't for the fact I really wanted to fuck. Molly's head rocked back. She moaned and arched her back in approval. Slowly her hips started to rock once more. She had used Luke's cock to make herself feel so good; she was still buzzing from her last orgasm and was going to make sure she returned the favor to her sweet man. She started to alternate between rocking her hips and sliding up and down on his pulsing cock. Luke's eyes were closed tight. She knew he was close but was trying not to let go. Molly slowed down and leaned over to.