. Road par bikul andehra rehta he..Par achanak ek light mere upar padi me dar gya aur side me chup gya.Tab mene deakha ki piche se ek truck jara tha. ...ur wo thoda dur tha isiliye usne deakha nahi. Uske jane ke baad me fir chalne lga aur jaldi se truck ki tarf bhaga ..Aur me waha puch gya. Par me truck ke under kese jau aur pta nahi under kitne log hoge.Kahi meri faat na de me dar gya.Par mene himat karke darwaje ko hilaya.To wo ek dum se khul gya. Me bhot aram se usse khol kar under deakha to. While waiting, she decided to do a little people watching and even looked at her France book.Her drink was ready and poured her lemonade into her glass. Then, she heard a male voice speaking to her."Excuse me, mademoiselle. Would you mind if I sit here with you?' He said."Why yes. Sit down, s'il vous plait." Kathy said looking up at him.He had short dark brown hair and intense deep brown eyes. He looked into her blue-green eyes as he kissed her hand."Enchante ... Mademoiselle..." He said to. ."You!" I heard a woman behind me exclaim.I jumped. "Me?" I asked. I turned around. I knew this woman, byreputation more than anything else; she had never taken the opportunityto speak to me before. Her name was Gretchen, and she was in charge ofthe March of the Southern Belles for this year's Heritage Day parade."Turn back around," she said."Me?" I asked, but I did. From behind I could feel her fingers as theyran across, not my butt, but the little patch on the back of my Levis."Are these. Ever since I saw Tom's cock as a k** I had been a bit jealous that he was thicker than me.He rubbed the soaked panties against his throbbing cock, lubricating it. I knew her pussy had been soaked but even that far away I could see his cock glistening with my wife's cum juices.He began to stroke, slowly at first, then faster. His other hand held the panties to his face as he sniffed that crotch. Suddenly my own cock began to get hard again and I found myself rubbing it, as I watched him. I too.