He started touching me saying “well we better keep ourselves warm till the tow truck gets here”. I boldly siad “carlos leave me the fuck alone�.....he started to take my coat off and unzip my pants, I tried fighting back and pushing him away but he was to strong. Before I could blink he had my face shoved down deepthroating his gross, hairy, small dick, holding my mouth around him until I gagged. I tried screaming for help, he slapped me and told me to shut my whore mouth. Its not like me. Toh 4 din ki chutti hai.” Aunty responded with a killer smile as she was looking down at the tent in my Bermuda below.. which I completely forgot to hide.Aunty said – “Kya kar rahe they akele gharme? Koi andar hai toh nai naa?” I said – “nai aunty koi nai hai.. aap andar aayi ye na.” Aunty came in, sat on a chair. I asked aunty if she would like to have some water, she said yes. At this time I still had a hard on and there was a tent in my Bermuda and aunty was stealing occasional glances at. Her knees were parted, her achingly swollen sex peering out at him from between her reddened cheeks, and he realized the juice that dripped down her thighs was hers alone – the other man had not cum. Richard’s smile was tinged with a little disappointment, surprising himself. But he’d leave that for another moment to think over, right now Delia was open, waiting, and from the sound of her short little breaths, as hungry as he was. He brushed the head of his cock over her lips, pleased at how. Her every move was slow, flowing and sensuous. Maggie had gone to college in Vermont, was an art major, and had taken up drawing, painting and photography as her avocation. She had published and sold several pieces of her artwork and photographs and was apparently well known within the arts community. Sarah was certainly an admirer of Maggie’s work and artistic abilities. While the two ladies were different – Sarah, a natural blonde, about five foot three, 20 years old, and a student; Maggie,.