“Do you need help, sweetie?” the tall blond dancer from earlier asked. “No,” Becky quickly replied as she tried to cover herself up. “Come... open the door. I love to finger girls and to have my pussy licked.” Becky didn’t know why but she opened the door. The blond dancer was now dressed in a black corset, no panties, garter belt and black stockings and stripper pumps. Her glistening pussy and landing strip was at eye level for Becky who was sitting on the toilet. Pleasure, the dancer’s name. NOTHING! The damned thingwouldn't start! I popped the hood, lifted it and looked inside. Not thatI could do anything, I wouldn't know a carbeurator from a fluxcapicitor!I stood there in total panic! I didn't have the money for a tow, oreven a cab home, living 35 miles away. Then a very masculine voice said"Having problems honey?" I jumped in surprise, but recognized the voiceas one of the regulars of the ABS, Steve, a man I had often had thepleasure of blowing."Let me have a look," he said as. ©Hitchhiker 2002.Ann had found the mirror at the second hand shop. She had moved house, and needed a long mirror to put in her new bedroom.The mirror had been hidden at the back of the second hand store behind three old wardrobes; it was covered in dust and cobwebs. Why she had looked that far back in the store, she couldn’t understand, but there it stood nearly 6 feet tall and 2 feet wide supported in a frame of near black Mahogany. The carving on the frame was almost sensual with long curves. Or maine towel lapet liya or suni waise ki waise hi leti rahi.Kamesh hmare paas aayi or boli tum dono ko sharm ni aati.Mai dra hua tha.Mera lund ek dum dheela ho gya tha.Maine sir niche kr liya.Suni khadi hui or boli ki kmesh ab jada mat dra mere pati ko.Aunty kmesh ne ghoor ke dekha or kaha ki ye tera pati.Tab suni aunty ne btaya ki hmne shaadi kr limm or unse kaha ki ab tu b jada shaani mat bn mujhe pta h tum b raat ko jeth ji ki yaad me apni chut or gaand me mooli daalti ho kabhi ungli karti.