"I couldn't help but grin. Mainly because I remember what it was likedriving that huge road machine. Part of me couldn't wait to experiencethat again....Then I remembered that I was now far too short, and a yeartoo young, to get behind the wheel. My grin faltered a bit."Don't worry," Matthew said, obviously misinterpreting my concern. "Iswitched out the tags with a car down the street. It'll be days beforeanyone notices." He opened the bag on his lap, reaching inside. "Plus,I picked up some. I raise my arse to meet his thrusts, and push the muscles ofmy love tunnel together when his engorged head rubs on my prostate.There is no more talk, just the panting of two couples working towardsorgasm. I feel Frank speed up his thrusting, and his cock growing eventhicker as he approaches his climax. I glace across and see Joeyfucking my wife with quick deep thrusts and see her lunge against himin a concert of rape.They are both close to coming too. The sight of my wife being raped,and her. Sorry! My friends told me that they have got me a seat beside an aunty and that’s how I decided that you were supposed to be so.” She said, “Nah. It’s okay.. Many tell me that I look like an aunty when I wear a sari. And by the way, your friends should have got you that seat because I saw one of them speaking to her.” and pointed to a seat in our front that has been already occupied by an old lady. I said, “Oh. I’m sorry again!” She said, “Its okay. She should have bored you up by either. Halfway up the second flight, Johnny reached his hand between my legs. Fingertips extended to my pubis, his palm cupped the curve of the perineum, while the heel and the wrist rested on the upward swerve of my buttocks. The feeling was such that I froze in place, feet on different steps. I had to clutch the railing while he stroked my sopping pussy before flipping my sundress up and bestowing a wet kiss to my ass.Another ten minutes passed ... an eternity in some ways ... before reaching the.