“Uhhh . . .,” I stammered. “Who are you?”“Oh, sorry,” she grinned, putting her hand out. “I’m Ashley. I’m 15, I reeeeally love sex a...d I really, really like older guys. You’re cute.”I shook her hand, my mind absolutely refusing to work at anything above a base, animal level. My cock, if anything, grew harder at the touch of her cool, soft hand. I imagined that tiny appendage wrapped around my cock as it spewed a load of hot cream across her young, upturned face.“Hi,” I said.“Cool apartment,”. We order our meals and continue to marvel at the scenery as the train climbs into the mountains. The sun is setting and the view is breathtaking. We share some dessert and our talk turns from the scenery to one of a more personal nature. It’s dark outside now and the lights in the car aren’t bright but nice and subdued. We enjoy a drink as we explore our fantasies, our likes and dislikes, our desires. I notice that you have one hand under the table and I ask you what you’re up to. . After my breakfast sitting opposite to them, by plan I dropped my scooty for servicing and rushed to our house @ 10:30 and in 30 mins uncle’s car dropped them to our main gate and then the car went off. Colin and Mom walked chatting to the porch area and were busy gossiping. Then Swati hugged him and kissed him and said that I am your slut for the whole day today. He laughed loudly and thanked his friend (Khot uncle). Swati gave him the instructions to go and sit on the metal bed kept in the. Sierra focused her attention back onto Chantell's pussy. She continuedwith the dildo vibrating against her clit and put the head of the life-like dildo into Chantell's pussy and turned on the vibration to speed eight. This was an unusual dildo, it had ten pumping speeds, ten circular speeds, and ten vibrating speeds, it also could shoot any liquid that you filled it with. Sierra had another one that she received while doing research for a book that not only had all the features and had the.