His another hand which was moving around softly on my stomach was now slowly moving my saree up towards my thighs. The soft silky feeling of the saree...was tickling my smooth milky thighs and legs. I was planning to go to rajveer’s place but the turn was long gone. We were driving through the long 50 km highway. Rajveer’s left hand had reached up to my thighs by now. And urvi was till steering the car. while behind I could hear moans like ssssssssssshhhhhhhh aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I could hear the fabric rending as she stretched the neck wide and tuggedit over my shoulders. "Stop!" I protested. I struggled in vain against her, but the neck of thesweater bound my arms. "Put your arms down," she said. "Or I'll rip it to pieces." I had no choice but to obey. Not unless I wanted to go home naked from thewaste up. I put my arms to my sides and she continued to tug the sweater downover my shoulders and down to my middle. Once this was done, she pulled eachbra strap over my. It felt so good. Between him kissing the back of my neck and stroking me off I was in heaven. It had been so long since I felt this good and I said I was about to cum, he stopped and said not yet. He lay on the bed and patted the space next to him. I looked at that dick of his and licked the tip. Rob said that is what he needed. I tried to fit the thing in my mouth but I could only suck it down halfway. As I was sucking him, he started rubbing my back and ass. He told me to spread my legs more. A boy like this, he might have beendrunk a few times on illegally brewed shine or the watered-down companybeer. Today we have real wine. And I grew up on a winery."Wine?" he asked. "I've never had wine. Don't they have something formen?" Wine is for men," I say, pouring a glass of merlot. It smells heavenly.I pour one for myself and hand him a glass."If you think it's not quite strong enough, you could always drinkmore," I say. I take a sip. It is delicious. It tastes like mychildhood. I feel.