Mami: aap kya apne papa ko bewakuf samjhte ho ya apne app ko jyada hoshiyar aap kya socht-a ho agar aap yahan rahoge to wo kuch karenge kabhi nahiMain... to kya karein.Mami: ye lo mami ne mujhe ghar ki dupicate ki pakdayi or kaha adhe pona ghante me wapas ajana or hasne lagi.Main: ja hi raha tha k 1 dam yad aya are mami lekin main scene kaise dekhunga kamra to lock hoga n.Mami: babu mujhe to laga aap bade ho gaye ho, per nahi bache k bache ho. are mera or arav k kamre ka bathroom attached hai. She could talk to me as intelligently as any person around. If a question required some mass, she could project a hologram that looked totally real. And sometimes more than looked. For example, if I wanted to know how close to the real thing a synthetic steak made out of yeast was, she could project a steak on a plate, in three dimensions, sizzling so that I could see little bits of juice flying off it and hear the sound. It smelled like a steak and I could even feel the heat if I put my hand. I screamed his name into the wind as I clenched tight around his fingers, waves of molten hot pleasure spilling through me. This was the only time I could make sense of what he reduced me to and I heard myself begging to be fucked, begging to be used, begging for more. Before my orgasm had fully subsided, he had freed himself from his trousers and happily obliged my demands, sliding his hard length inside me in one steady thrust. He held tight against me as he reached for my hair and wrapped it. As I drove along she would have both legs up on the dash fingering herself as we passed the truckers.She would often look up to see their reactions,a lot of times she would have a dildo by her side to show them more. Debbie was becoming very daring and would have me pull into rest areas where she would flaunt herself to others. She would often kneel on the seat giving me a blow job not caring if we were alone or not. She seemed to welcome strangers to take a look at her bare ass, almost.