Apna sar hilanelagi jaise bahot dard ho raha ho..par main kahan rookne walatha ;;uski kamar pakad kar bas dhakkepe dhakke lagata gaya .. teenchar dhak...on ke baad uskichoot aur bhi geeli hogayi aur uska sar aurjoron se hilne laga ..par ab dard senahin par masti mein ..woh sarheela rahi thee aur karah rahi thee..”OOOOOOOOOOOh maan ,, oooooooooooooSaheb ….aah ..main oooooooh…………maan ..itna mazaaaa..oooooooooh ” sar uska hilta jaraha tha masti mein .Main uski chootadbhi tham leta aur chootupar utha. A moment later the door opened and Savita was standing there, her eyes fixed upon my 7 inches long boner. I did not move; rather I turned sideways and gave her a better view. She was still standing at door staring at my erect rod. I said "please dont tell my mom about this. I really needed to relieve myself." She said ok but still dint move. I mustered my courage and said "will you help me out with this? I promise no one will know." She was stunned by my request, figthing with herself. She. Slowly Megan opened her legs more and more and Lori got closer and closer to the hem of her panties. I could see Megan’s breaths were getting shallow and I could see her squirming around in her seat. As Lori’s fingers got closer and closer to Megan’s pussy, Megan turned her head to look at me. Just as Lori’s finger found Megan’s cunt for the first time, she bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning out loud. Lori looked over at us and then said. “Your pussy is still so wet, is it my hand making. Everything changed when I started to work there, my coworkers often invited me out to bring me out of my shell. They had to hide and buy me drinks on the side. Everyone went out together, even the managers whenever they could make it. One day I was working a late shift with one of the managers named Dante. He was an older, Hispanic guy, a guitarist, with tattoos all over his body. He wore his black hair short and sported a goatee and earrings. I’m not going to lie! I swear he looked like a sexy.