I am sure he is about to fill my pussy with his lust, when he stops and pulls out. Do you have lotion in your purse!? he asks excitedly and breathing ...ard. My mind is muddled. I am slow to pick up on why he wants my lotion. I nod my head and he gets up and opens my passenger side door. It begins to dawn on my why he would want it and I cry out. No! Please! Dont do that to me! Not there! Please not there! He tells me to be quiet as he searches my purse. I am afraid of anal sex. I had only tried. This happened when i changed my house from mount (chennai) to pallavaram.There was a aunty next to my house named Divya. Her husband is doing some real estate business and a kid who is in class 8. Her husband had no duty timings and her kids comes home at 4 from school. Coming to the story. This all happened because my strange habit of stealing panties. In my last house i used to take panty of a akka(elder sister) masturbate and put it in the same place. Thinking she will wear it when it. She had always been called a sissy and a poof by the boys at school, and just took to wearing her big jumper and jeans, and telling anyone who asked, that her name was Anna. Not that many people asked. For eighteen months she had moved from pillar to post, doing odd cleaning jobs where she could. She finally ended up in Blackpool, working in one of the seedier hotels, cash-in-hand, and made her first ever good friend. Angie became her mentor, and treated her like a daughter, even. They make their mess, then quit before I'm done ... Well, then there is you. I think I'm addicted to this." Molly said while pushing my shorts off so she could grip my dick.Humm, could be she's addicted. I got a finger in her pussy while we talked. She was sloppy wet. It was fair, Molly was giving me a slow hand job. I was half juicy with pre-cum."Tell me about your times with girls? What have you done?" I asked."We sucked clits and licked each other. Fingers too, but mostly sucking clit." Ever.