I am a bachelor, but not a brahmachari and certainly not a saint! I got up at the customary sunday morning 8 o’clock with the doorbell ding-donging ...way! My dong awakening to the possibility of a pleasurable morning with the Kaamwali, Sakhu with her big firm boobs, slim waist, sexy round firm outgoing buttocks, shapely smooth thighs, knees and calves, very sexy legs! Hmm…I was without any clothes so wrapping a small towel to cover my hyper active tool and balls, I opened the door…Sakhu. He repeats the procedure with her left foot before sliding on her new boots. His eyes never leave what's under Cindi's skirt.I want to stay and see what happens, but the fish I ate for dinner is acting up. Thankfully, there's a restroom at the end of the concourse. I'm there longer than I expected. When I get back, Cindi's gone. I peer through the store's windows, but she's not there, neither is the good-looking salesman. I quickly look both ways along the concourse, then hurry to the railing. The anticipation in the air was immense, each wanted to finish dinner as quickly as possible but didn’t want to seem in a hurry. They finally finished dinner and Scott paid the check and they made there way to the car. Scott got in the driver’s seat and Cindy entered the passenger seat while Ashley took her place in the back seat. Once they had reached the highway Scott looked in the mirror at Ashley and asked, “So are you sure you want to do this?” Ashley did not hesitate and answered, “Yes!”. But I wasn’t going to make it easy for her. I was savoring each moment, holding out on her to make it last as long as humanly possible. In my sadistic, demented mind, I decided to make her work for it. I gripped the back of her head with my left hand, palming it as if I was palming a basketball. Then I began shoving her head down into my lap with each stroke. She was taking it like a champ. So I shoved her even harder. My hips began thrusting upward into her face with each stroke downward..