As he was ready to lay her on the bed, he spied grandma’s old rocking chair in the corner of the room. It was stacked with clothes and seldom used. ...t was a family heirloom, but with none of the grace of a fine antique. It was obviously hand made but just as bviously without the fine touches of a master craftsman. It was thick in the legs and rungs, made to be sat on rather than looked at. It had no arms and an unusual seat which was wide at the front and very narrow at the back. The back was. It isalmost like a forest. So I planned to take her there. She also agreed to come. We were walkingdeep inside the forest. As we both were walkingalone, my cock started growing. As we had just returned from the swimmingpool, I didn’t were any shorts. She too noticedthe tent in my pant. I slowly rubbed my cock onher ass. She didn’t show any reaction. Sheneither stopped me nor enjoyed me. I didn’tproceed any further on that day. That day was over I wished I would get another chance likethat.. Then Rinki pulled the door of refrigerator and got a cucumber and started to suck on it. I had no idea what was going to happen. Rohini was watching Rinki while rubbing her own pussy. After making it completely wet, Rinki pulled Rohini towards her and inserted the cucumber in her pussy. Rinki was pushing the cucumber harder and harder while kissing Rohini and squeezing her nipples with one hand. The moaning was getting louder and louder. Rinki pulled Rohini down from kitchen floor and took her. “She fell. She needs help to walk.” I bent down and helped her up. Using my arm for support, we continued through the tunnel. The tunnel had a higher roof than the storeroom. The walls were slippery and slimy and pools of water gathered on the uneven surface of the rocky floor. We walked between the rail tracks moving to the side of them whenever our guards poked and prodded us out of the way. I didn’t have long to wait to see a couple of men struggle to push a fully laden crate on wheels.