He filled the tank to full and then closed the nozzle and fixed it back to its place. He said, “Madam, your Activa tank is full now, but seems that ...our body tanks need to be filled too.”He was pointing at my pussy this time. Before anyone could respond, he grabbed me by my arm and started to move to the opposite side of the pump. As he reached there, he pushed me to settle my back on the petrol pump machine. As soon as I was on the machine, he attacked me, kissing me and playing with my. Well, coming to the story, this happened recently during an official visit to Delhi.I happened to visit Delhi last month on a Thursday. My work was for two days, so I had thought of enjoying the weekend in Delhi (I cook good food and I am a foodie as well. So I wanted to explore). I checked into a hotel in GK and my accommodation was up to Monday. So now enters the lady, her name is Shweta (name changed, of course) and is a childhood friend of mine We knew each other for more than 20 years. I. ”The man shakes his head. “Sorry, Glen, but I can’t.”“Well, why the fuck not?” Glen asks, his words slurry.“It’s the rules,” Robert replies. “As much as I hate this fucking place, I need it. If I break the rules then I’ll be out on my ass like you.”“On my ass?” the elderly man asks. “I ain’t one of those piss drunks that kill people lie that fucker there.” He then points up at the television.Robert steps closer to the bar, closer to the man, close enough to smell the putrid smell of alcohol on. ’ Jean let him slip from her mouth with chuckle, nodding on my thigh. I chuckled and nodded on hers in return, and she removed her leg from my head. Then we heard Rick and Mary moving around, and then Mary murmur: ‘Oooh, you’ve got me all over your face, … hm-hmm. I can still taste you, you don’t mind?’ Obviously, Rick didn’t, we heard a moist kiss. I sat up and turned around, embracing Jean, and we kissed without having to clarify that. My thigh slipped between hers, and she made space,.