They’d never guess we’re FBI Agents. We can drive around the neighborhood, checking for other vehicles and nobody will think anything of it.”By ...he time we popped behind Bob and Greg, they’d already ‘stuffed the tailpipes’ and both vehicles were now disabled. The Van’s driver was still cranking the engine, trying to get it to start.The battery had just died from the constant cranking.The Suburban’s driver had gotten out and opened the hood, trying to figure out why the engine suddenly quit.. "The guy say; "I want two turds to go." What are you talking about?" the bartender says as he throws up his hands in frustration."There are three kinds of turds." The man says. There's mustard, custard and you; you little shit.And so the ride went; exchanging jokes. I found out he had worked for the founder of "Jimmy Johns" at his first restaurant.The conversation eventually turned political. I was pretty amazed at his evaluation of the political situation we are in. This man looked like he. I took it out from my handbag and shoved it inside my asshole. It was cold and sent pleasurable shivers all over my body.Priyanka: Simmy! For God’s sake, stop it. Can’t you wait till we reach home? It’s not safe in here. Anyone might…Priyanka stopped talking suddenly and when I saw her, she was looking nervously at the end of the aisle. I saw a young guy learning from the other end of the aisle and watching us. I called him using a teasing finger gesture. To my surprise, he came to me walking. He began to bang his fingers hard into my pussy. He stopped and then inserted a second finger. My ass hung over the chair and my legs were still up on his shoulders. He moved his fingers in and out of my cunt for a few more seconds. He moved and began to add another finger into my puss. He then added the forth, I moaned as he worked his thumb into me. I had all of his fingers as he began to move his hand around forcing me to take more and more. I moaned loudly my pussy was full, I wasnt sure I.