They advised proper rest and that her mother would be fine. We got back home and I went to my flat and took a shower and changed. After about 30 minut...s, I heard the door bell ring and Asha was standing at the door looking so gorgeous in her silk sari. She invited me for dinner and I went as I always hate cooking. She served me some cola and we sat down to chat as the food was being cooked. While chatting with her, I couldn’t take my eyes off her bulge (tits) as they were so prominent and. I casually opened my legs, still rubbing my forehead. I slipped a hand on to my crotch. “Thank goodness I have a hard head,” I replied as I rubbed my fingers back and forth over my coochie. “Me too,” Alex responded. By now, I was very worked up. I didn’t want to make the first move, so I just kind of put myself out there to see what might transpire. There was no way Alex could mistake my intentions unless he was either blind or gay. Alex stepped between my legs, his muscular calf tapping the. When she got mad, she got a little country accent that was to die for. She could make my day the best out of any of the horrible ones. We talked and talked and finally it was time to go. I said goodbye to Jenna and we both parted. I drove to Franciscos and got there around six thirty. No sign of Mandi anywhere. Six forty-five and still no Mandi. Maybe she was a right on time girl instead of an early bird. Seven came and still no Mandi. Seven fifteen. Seven thirty. Eight. Mandi was no where in. The car drives around and around as the driver fucks my sore cunt harder and harder, over and over for a long time. Hes got my legs pushed up so they rest on his shoulders as he drives into me, his dick like a drill in my hole. I hear the guy driving talking to two guys who ask to come for a ride and feel one of them next to me now and a hand kneading a tit, squeezing it until it hurts. Hes apparently finishing a cigarette because I feel a searing, sharp pain on my breast as he grinds his.