Near their stand was a person selling bike lock cables. He was selling his locks as fast as he could get them from where he stored them. We took rides...are over to the bike factory.I expected something much bigger.Inside it was tightly packed with automated painting booths and ovens to bake on the paint. Tires, inner tubes, and wheels were quickly assembled, but not something they found a way to automate. Everything went onto the picking hooks, that the automated packing system knew that it had. Quickly, she drops to her knees and grabs her hands. “Are you alright?”“I’m fine,” Riley huffs as she starts to climb up and out. “Lost my rifle though.”Nikki opens her mouth to give her a round of sarcasm when the hole widens and the ground swallows the two women up. The hit the bottom pretty hard, landing in about two feet of water. Riley looks up to see how far they dropped, but it is so dark she has no way of even guessing.“Well, it looks like we’re going to have to find a way out other. Muje thoda dard hua par bahut achha laga. Vo jior jor se mere lund ko chusne lagi……Ahhhhhh bahut maja aa raha tha….. karib 15 minute tak vo mere lund ko chus rahi thi… fir vo khadi ho gai… aur drawer mese oil nikala… aur mere land par ragad ne lagi ….. mera lund kafio chikna ho gaya tha oil ki vajah se…Me : aunty ye kya kar rahe ho kyu oil laga ya?Aunty : kyuki ise me abb apni gand me lungi.. Oil ki vajah se muje jyada dard na ho aura ram se ye meri gand me ghus jaye…Fir aunty ulti ho gai aur. Dorothy yelled out. “Not my arse”Eddie laughed, “Hep him out mun Dot” and she pushed between her legs a hand to help glide me into her. Her hand was wrinkled and grasping. Once she had hold of my helmet she tugged in forward. “In here love, in here” She said.I slid in easily and she was so warm and wet, it felt lovely, I wasn’t fucking someone old enough to be my granny I was fucking someone so warm, so wet, so horny, so willing, so sexy. I held hard on to Dorothy’s hips and fucked like it was.