The next morning after Jon left again for work, my parents called and said they wanted us all to go to the beach for the day. I had a ton of errands a...d things to do around the house, so I told them to pick up Mandy and the k**s and I would meet them later. A few hours later they were all gone and I started to do some work around the house; you know the usual chores like dusting, vacuuming and laundry. I was carrying a load of laundry down the steps through the downstairs hall when I passed. Few advised me to go back to my friend’s place but the majority suggested that I should go a the nearby city by bus and there from can easily catch any other train for my place. The nearest city Bikaner was around 200km from that place. Now, another problem was that the bus to Bikaner was scheduled after 3 hours. So in nutshell, that option too became useless.Then, they all helped me to board any Bikaner-going tax, trolly or truck. Luckily they found a truck going to Bikaner and they all. She was small enough that I easily scooped her into my arms and laid her on the bed, putting her butt in the middle of the towel. She spread her legs, and I saw that her labia were glistening with her juices. I grabbed a condom, ripped open the wrapper, and quickly rolled the rubber onto my dick. I dropped the wrapper on Ruth’s desk, then got into the bed on top of her. I positioned my dick against her labia and looked into her eyes. She smiled and wrapped her legs around my thighs without me. Finally she slid between the boys, stepped on the bench seat, turned around and sat with spread legs on the backrest.“Now, can you see my pussy better”, she asked with a smile.Heads bobbed up and down, eyes locked at that hot spot between her legs.“You … you are dripping!” she heard one of them say.She laughed again. “Dripping?”Her right hand slid between her legs, finally touching her burning skin, feeling her soaking wet pussy. She moaned.“Sweetheart, that is a good sign if I am dripping,.