Wellwhat's wrong with polishing the shoes of the men? I think it is a sweetgesture. Well hand washing Betty's panties was a little over the top. Butwh...t a good job he did, and he does do ours so helping our friends is onlybeing polite. But mummy he is getting so insistent about wanting sex. Hebothers me all the time. I keep telling him "oral sex is sex!" But hewants to put that thing in me all the time. Oh it's because it's all themen talk about, and he wants to do it. He has done it a few. Looking toward the dash I saw we were going almost ninety. When we got to a stretch of road with nothing but trees on either side, they slowed down to turn onto an old road that looked like it needed to be repaved sometime before I was born. While it wasn’t a rough ride, it wasn’t smooth like the road we had just left. A few more road changes found us stopping at a long cement runway. There were no air traffic control towers, runway lights or even the orange sock to show the direction of the. Which are different stories for another time. I was nervous but the prospect of what might come was too much, my dick was ready to burst out of my pants it was so hard. I undid my zipper with her help, and she anxiously brought it out into the open, it was rock hard and a little drip of precum was at the tip starting to run down the length. With her fingertips she lightly started rubbing that slickness over my cock, it was like an electric current thru my body, she kissed me and whispered in my. “I don’t want you. I want cold air!” Velamma rejected him.“Oh dear, okay, let me turn the AC on,” said disappointed Ramesh.Velamma went happily back to her dishes waiting for the cool blast of the AC to caress her. Instead, Ramesh returned sheepishly. “Sorry dear, the AC is on the blink.”“What! Why?” Wailed Velamma.“Yeah, it won’t kick on. But at least we have each other, right?” said Ramesh, leaning into Velamma’s face wanting a kiss. Velamma, annoyed and disappointed, went back to her.