Sorry." No problem." I don't get pretty girls in my car all that often, and they never take their clothes off." That's because you're a rapist." They ...an tell?" Oh, of course. We're girls." I'm not at all sure you're joking." Of course you're not. You're a boy! Up here to the right." Got it." See that driveway, past the red car? No, the other one. Yeah. In there, under the carport, if you... ah, shit, no, someone's in there. It'll have to be the street. Pull up here. Thanks." No problem. You're. I haven't come like that in a long time.That was one hell of a fucking orgasm".I was by now hard as a rock and i needed to come.I turned her over onto her back and grabbing her legs raised them up into the air.As i grabbed the heels of her boots she said,"Pretty agile for a 65 year old,hey"."bloody amazing actually".At this i place my cock at the entrance to her pussy and rammed it deep into her soaking wet pussy."Fucking hell you bastard.I fucking felt that".I was concerned until she looked up. Once he told me all his stories about how he lost in gambling and is in a huge debt to some local goons. And pleaded me not to tell mom about this and that he would sort it out soon. I was pretty convinced and wanted to focus on my studies.My college semester had not yet begun and I used to be at home since I did not have any friends in Mumbai. I would chill in my room and watch movies and stuff. One fine day, it so happened that I and my brother were both at home. He was in the living room. Dale, of course, was at the head of the table, his wife at the foot. Sara and Wayne sat across from each other at the middle.As Sara’s mom began to serve the lasagna, Wayne noticed that Dale was staring at him again, although this time he was looking down where he sat on the chair. He was looking to see if Wayne had pocketed something! Wayne shifted uncomfortably in his chair, causing Dale to peer even more closely.“So Wayne,” said Sara’s mom once the food was served, “tell us about.