She filled her glass, wiping her fingers over her T-Shirt. Slamming the fridge door, she turned, glass in hand to Lauren. "Want to try?" she asked, of...ering her glass.Lauren shrugged agreement and leaned forward, unwinding her legs. Emma inched forward between her knees and tilted the glass to her lips, causing her to drink quickly."Whoa!" she cried as the cold sticky liquid dribbled down her chin and onto her T- Shirt. "Oh, now look, it's gone everywhere!". Emma found a cloth, knelt in front. ‘Certainly memsahib,’ was the chuckling answer of the turban headed driver. ‘Besides I’m starving. I’m not like you, existing on a bowl of chilies, I need food. Its 3 o’clock and I’ve had no breakfast, no lunch and no water. I really need reviving. I’m no robot you know.’ ‘If I may be so bold Mem, I’ll take you directly to the hotel and order something exceptional for you both. You go straight to your room and relax. I’ll take care of everything.’ The driver had definitely overheard her. I could not stop staring at it. My brain tingled and I felt light headed. I could feel my own cock swell with excitement. I wanted this so much. It seemed so natural, and my desires were so much stronger than my young, innocent nervousness. I touched his dick, never taking my eyes off it. He felt warm and soft, but still firm. He could tell that he loved me touching him, his breathing, his moans, and it was an incredible turn on. I enjoyed being able to please and have such an effect on a man.. “ It's kinda up to you if you think ur man enough to handle it. And when I blow this 3 day load, ur not gonna be able to hold it all in ur mouth either” So old dude murmers something under his breath, and reaches out and gently cups my hairy low hangin balls. He tickles them a bit, and then starts to bend down, headed for my dick. I take a quick step backwards, and snap my jock strap and shorts back up. Dick is now standing str8 up at my waistband, with the head just peeking out the top. “But.