On approaching a big retail park on the outskirts of town I told Fiona to pull in, and head for the corner of asda carpark under the light.After pull...ng up in the deserted carpark I pulled my jeans down, exposing my cock.“Suck my dick you tart”.Fiona did no questions asked, a minute later my thick 6.5 inch cock was filling her throat as she expertly devoured my shaft.“Jump in the back slut, there is another cock in there for you, get your dick out daz, this slut wants to drink your spunk”.. “We can start our own party. I mean it’s not as if we’ve got any neighbours to complain or anything.”They readily agreed. Two of them retrieved some booze from their place, and I fished out some music and put it on the stereo.We planned to party well into the early hours. The booze flowed almost non-stop, with one of the guys popping out to an all-night store to get more when we ran out. But by two o’clock we were all starting to flag and I changed the music from the hardcore dance tunes we had. “Feel me” she repeated. Sheldon’s fingers soon touched what felt like silk panties, very, very wet silk panties. He could trace the outline of her protruding lips through the sodden material and instantly realised that she was shaven too – just how he loved his white women to be. Pressing his knuckle against Susan’s clit he rotated his hand, sending shivers through Susan’s body. She bucked against his knuckle and groaned loudly into his mouth. “Feel how wet I am for you” she. “What are you seeing? Better I had a bath, any way can u get me you mom’s sari”. “Sure aunt”. I was looking for a transparent sari; meanwhile she rolled out the wet sari and was in her petticoat. I wished this to continue, and prolonged the proceeding asked “How about the blouse, my mom’s wouldn’t match you, take a nighty”. “Yes that is better”. I gave her a light colored transparent nighty and moved out of the room, rather hesitantly. Mil is in her mid 40’s, but her 36-28-38, and the soft.