I was able to purchase the essentials of life all on my on. It was redneck courage at it’s best. One day I filled the Accent’s trunk with 12 packs...of toilet paper. When I say fill, I’m talking a dozen 12 packs at a time. I managed to buy 6 jars of strawberry jelly on the same trip along with ten small jars of peanut butter. Those I figured were my emergency rations.No matter what people thought about the old man riding the scooter on those first few trips, it just didn’t bother me. None of my. She grinned self-consciously as she admitted that her orgasm had been more intense than usual, the total subjection to the machine being quite the turn-on. “Uh, it was such great fun that I ... signed up to another two! And you know something? We got TWO awards for that, best ropework scene and best sex machine scene of the year!”I almost chuckled; not only did her voice betray that she still felt some pride in that achievement, but I realized that I was feeling proud that she’d been recognized. I shot my load down the back of her throat and caused her to cough. I pulled her to her feet and forced her to sit on the desk. I sat in my chair and pulled her legs apart. I started to tongue fuck her right there on the desk. I heard her start to moan. I slipped a finger inside her already soaked pussy. Her pussy gripped my finger as I slid it in and out of her pussy. I slipped two more fingers inside her and started fucking her pussy with three fingers. I felt her body spasm as she flooded my. And all started to see me. And suddenly Malik told that don’t worry dear you will look damn sexy if you will remove your top. Hearing this and in the cold breeze some feelings started to travel inside my body. I replied that even if I remove my top it won’t get dry. Then Dhananjay told that just remove it we will dry it near the fan in the bedroom. Rohan was sitting in the sofa and watching all this. Now I too was getting wet from inside and was thinking to have some fun. Then suddenly Ankit.