Sorry Pranitha” I was fumbling. She laughed.She released me. Her grasp had my penis grow an inch bigger.She led me by the arm straight to her bedroo.... She had no intention to talk, just action. But I made a lame attempt at indulging in conversation.I asked her, “You wanted to talk?”Pranitha replied, “Really? You think so?”“Well..that is what you said?”“Okay..let us talk then. Why were you staring at me earlier at your house?”I fumbled again like a kid. This woman was smart and naughty. She was. Being out in the country, it was a long ride to a store. After some discussion, we picked out a romantic comedy. We had joked with each other in the store that we should rent Bikini School III or Chained Heat. Once back in the car, I commented, We should have gotten the bikini movie. By the way, thanks for loaning us the swimsuits. I must get Kay to buy one of those bikinis, it makes me want to jump her. Marc replied, I agree. Oh sorry, no offense. None taken. But why would you want to, you. Oneold cop simply stood guard. There was a sign on the pole that saidToonwhich, 12 Miles.I wondered why they needed a guard on that road. I went into that barand just had to laugh. It looked like a saloon right from the old west.It had an old and dirty wood floor and I had to repress an urge toorder a sarsaparilla from the old man at the bar.It was still early, no later than noon. A few old men were alreadythere drinking boilermakers and they looked half stewed. I took a seatat the bar and. Finally, Gene slumped off exhausted after plowing Mark's ass for well over half an hour.Gene went to the bathroom as Quinton jumped up and threw Mark on his back. "I've been wanting to do this since last night" he told Mark."I want this too Quinton" Mark tells Quinton. With his asshole already well lubed and stretched, Quinton simply slipped his big cock into Mark. With Mark on his back, Quinton held Mark's legs opened as he began to pump his cock into Mark. Quinton went deep in his ass, even.