Well my cock had a slight curve to it and my cockhead went upwards about an inch. Janice said “that feels weird? The head of your cock is rubbing ag...inst my vagina. I said let me know when it touches your “G” spot. I kept slowly moving my cockhead around in her ass pushing upward until she said “stop, its right there, perfect, god that feels good”!!! Keep doing that, it really feels good when your cock head hits that area”. I could tell Janice really liked this new feeling. Then she commanded. Mai sex ki bhuke bhedia ban gaya tha. Thodi der me Pinki darwaja band karke mere pas aagayi. Maine use jhatse apne god me leke bed pe lyeta diya. Wo boli dekho jo bhi kar rahe ho karo par mujhe mat chodo, nehi to kahni mere bf ko pata chal gaya to wo mujhese sadi tod dega. Aur gharwale muje nikal denge. Maine kahna us halat me tha ki Pinki ki bat hajam karsaku. Maine Use bola randi tu ye sub kya mujhse natak kar rahi thi, Mere laund me aag laga ke use aub bina bujhaye chodna chati ho. Pinki ne. But what WAS I thinking? How could I even allow myself to imagine what was going through my mind at a time like this? This girl was unconscious. This girl was injured. This girl was frail and totally vulnerable.This girl was also very sexy and luscious and young and beautiful. And, in her present state, this girl wasn't going to see or feel or even be aware of anything that was happening to her.My penis was urgently telling me that this girl could right now be used for the long denied, extreme,. I knew we weren't supposed to meet here, but the car wash, our agreed upon meeting place, was right next door. I wondered if she was as curious as I was. I wondered if she felt the same attraction to meeting me, as I did of her.We met through a posting I placed in a Web site for personal ads. I had had several responses to my posting but none of them even remotely attracted me to a face-to-face meeting. Her response was a mirror of my request, an exact form but a reversed image. I was looking.