I have never felt this way in my life.He planted a kiss on my ear over my hijab as I shivered. He was doing wonders in my body. I was extremely wet. T...en he moved one hand to my ass and start pulling my abaya upwards. He was pulling it with my night gown. I got scared and said no. He told me to relax and pulled it till my thighs and his hand vanished inside. I felt his hand over my wet panty. He was slowly rubbing it up and down. I was out of control. I was on fire. I was so wet and he was. As I increased the distance from the house, the humming got progressively less.I was also sure that nobody at the house had a helmet on and they would have been hit like those around me had been.I came to the public road and saw a great many cars parked nearby and these had to be the people that attacked us. There were no cars driving by and I made it to the tarmac with only a little difficulty. Two kilometres away I had to wait for some cars to pass then I raced down another farm lane and into. Still it could not hide the bulge as it was very much visible thanks to the wornout dhothi cloth on which the langotti was made of.Sarala in the mean time, came with a temporary foldable cott and a matt and asked me to sit on the cott. The cott was just a foot above the ground level and she started pouring the lukewarm herbal oil on my head and started rubbing my head with the tips of her sensual hands. I could really feel the heat on my head and the oil dripping inside my head. Instantly, i. Only, I don’t want to take too much advantage of her and gross her out too much. I want to cum all over her tits and not in her mouth. She’s a spitter. She doesn’t swallow. She’d be pissed if I came in her mouth.’ ‘And she wouldn’t be pissed having your friends see her naked while watching her blow you?’ He shrugged his indifference. I don’t know why they didn’t copy and paste their own story replacing the story I wrote for Jason and Kathy with their names and the names of their girlfriends and.