He slipped his hand into my shorts and eased it down to the slit of my pussy. I was almost shaking as his fingers entered my pussy. I was so wet. His ...ingered just applied a good amount of pressure at first but he slowly eased his fingers down and up deep inside. He began to stroke his fingers in and out with much pressure. I couldn’t take it anymore. My hips started bucking back and forth meeting his movements. I moaned and screamed for what seemed like ten minutes. He suddenly quit. He. O-okay, see you, he stuttered as I shut the door. I walked quickly, and he didnt start his car to drive away. I sped up the road, and turned into Mandis driveway. Then I crouched in the bushes and waited, watching the road, for him to leave so I could continue to walk down the road. After a few minutes, I saw his car come speeding up the rocky, one-way road, going the wrong way. He suddenly slammed on his brakes in the middle of the road, stopped for a minute, and then wheeled the car around,. So when is the interview?Lalita: in the afternoon I will be just going after preparing lunch for us.Me: I just had one question in my mind?Lalita: what?Me: Lalita ( she said to me on the day of marriage to call her Lalita as I was having problem in calling her mom) you have mentioned dance in your hobby section do you still dance or its just in college and you are putting it since then.Lalita: No I still dance.I laughed a little.Me: Really!Lalita: you don’t believe me. Okay put on any music. It was always quiet late at night and was great for a bit of discrete fucking or as it became later, a bit of dogging. The routine was usually the same. We'd get drunk in the bar, then have a stroll to the park. En route I'd encourage Donna to strip naked and walk as far as possible in the buff with her tight, very fuckable teenage body on display.She loved to take a detour through the centre of town late at night if it was quiet. She'd stroll past the usually busy shops in the High Street.