She was an Indian girl, with beautiful big brown eyes and the cheekiest grin I think I'd ever seen. I smiled back at her and she turned away again. Sh... backed herself up more and reached around for my arm, grabbing my wrist she placed my hand on her waist. My other hand followed as her grinding continued against my now rock hard cock. I began to gently explore her body, letting my hands run over her waist and hips and around to her tiny, round bum. Feeling braver I slipped my right hand up her. I could feel my nipples getting hard, reacting to his touch.Heat was rising inside me, like it or not; now I could practically feel my pussy swelling and flowering under his touch. I could certainly feel the moisture gathering down there.Against my will I could feel my body starting to squirm under his hands, my mound pressing up against his intrusive fingers."Just relax, bitch. It won't be long now" The driver hissed, with his fingers dipped full inside my soaking wet cunt now…Then he started. Thanks to the beer at dinner I was more prone to the effects of weed and that’s the reason I had rolled thin joints instead of the thick doobies I usually preferred. Anyhow, we smoked and made plans to meet soon. Vandana told how amazing the weekend had turned out to be. It was then that I realized that she had barely mentioned her daughter more than a couple of times all throughout the day. I was glad that aunty and I could help to distract her, although using abnormal ways. As our joints. I worked out in the gym and so there wasn’t an ounce of fat on me. I prided myself at the size of my balls and as of recent I hadn’t had a good cum and so they were swollen full and ready to play. He reached up and took my throbbing cock in his hand. His hands had been warmed in the sun and were stilled covered in baby oil. This felt marvelous as he gently slid his slick hand up and down my shaft, thumbing my head slit then cupping my raging balls. Chris pulled me closer as he propped himself.