"Ah señorita, you can," she said with a wink. "Let me go deeper like your papa requested."I reached up to cup my tits, my nipples hard and aching as ...hey bounced slightly from her thrusts between my legs. I felt a strange, but not unpleasant, sensation high up in my cunny and gasped at the feeling.Abuela chuckled knowingly. "You like that, eh little one?"I groaned as the feeling got stronger. "Wha—what is that?" I'm rubbing your cervix señorita, feels good no?"I nodded frantically and could see. He wore a sleeveless shirt and basketball shorts, giving him an entirely different look than the night before. ‘Hello there,’ he said as sat down across from her. ‘Did you order yet? I’m starving.’ She chuckled. ‘Umm, no. I waited for you.’ ‘Oh how nice. You’re looking beautiful today, by the way,’ he replied. It startled her. ‘Oh. Err…thank you. So….what are we getting?’ The conversation flowed easily through the afternoon, both finding they had much in common. He was surprised to find out. Now the Aunty sat beside a young guy. I thought he is the lucky guy. but here in this incident i was the luckiest person though I did not sit beside her ( U can come to know after reading this story ) .I did not understand why she took the seat beside a guy. I was very disappointed because i love to sit beside a lady in the journey. I little bit turned towards them Now im observing to their moves. Aunty sat in the position like crossed legs. Now her thighs are touching his thighs. The driver. He took a moment to soak in every detail of her exquisitely positioned and straining body. The way her inner thigh muscles flexed in an attempt to hide her treasures sent spine tingling thrills right to his loins. His brown eyes devoured those little details of her fear and distress like a Thanksgiving feast. In fact, that is just what she looked like, a sexually macabre trussed up raw turkey being served up on a black platter. For the first time, his fingers reached out and touched her in an.