Her mind races and she become vaguely aware of his manhood pressing against her thigh. Sadhana’s body stirs and she quivers under the caress of his ...hands and she relaxes, kissing him back. Her hands pull his head to her face and she begins kissing him passionately. His breathing is rapid and his heart is pounding in his chest. Sadhana, emboldened by lust, finds the buttons of his shirt and she begins working each button loose, stripping away his shirt away, running her hands over his chest,. Spreading her legs wider, holding her thighs wide open, he dipped his tongue in and out of her gaping pussy. Tongue fucking, a favourite of his. She was now tweaking her nipples and thrusting her hips faster, desperate for what came next.Being so wet and aroused it was easy for him to slip a finger in the sweet little puckered rosebud of her arse, with another in her pussy whilst his tongue danced a sexy tango on her clit. She was close to orgasm now, begging him for more, fucking his hand and. George carefully strapped her feet to the main frame and adjusted the length and stroke turning the mechanism by hand until he was satisfied, he was surprised that she needed the full six inches that the three inch setting for the crank throw gave but she still said more.Josie stoked the boiler and waited for pressure to built and then as George spun the flywheel Josie turned the steam valve and the machine hissed into life the end of the piston emerging at the end of each back. He even found time to tend to the two small motor bikes, which obviously had belonged to Jennifer and Andrew. The twins hadn’t ridden the bikes for many years but Peter made certain they were back in running order. His work done, with all machines working satisfactorily, Peter took time to sit on a bale of hay in the machinery shed and think of the future. That night, when the others left for bed, Peter led Andrew onto the moonlit back verandah. ‘In the machinery shed I found two small.