The so-called expressway was slow and crowded with cars, trucks, motorcycles and buses. Horns honked and exhaust rose from cars that moved a few feet ...and then would not budge for five or so minutes. I thought about the people who drove this expressway everyday to work and then back home and imagined the number of hours they spent in their cars sitting in polluted traffic. This is insane. I bet they spend two or three weeks a year just sitting in their idling cars.On both sides of the congested. Then his one hand went behind to cup my ass. He was pinching and twisting my perky nipples and simultaneously kneading my ass. I could not control and closed my eyes and started moaning. He then said Aunty shall I remove your skirt? I just nodded and he started looking for the hooks on the skirt. He finally spotted them and was removing my skirt. By this time his dick was standing fully erect and I took it in my hand and started rubbing it back and forth.Once he removed the skirt, I pushed him. I didn't even bother asking my little amateur actress. Rather than take her to the lavish bed she so adored, I picked her up from the dresser and dragged her down to the floor. I configured her so that she was on all fours, her face pushed flat down into the ground so that her sticky semen lathered skin bonded to the rug like super glue, her ass propped up high in the air. I still didn't ask. She was too exhausted to deny me. With one camera pointed directly at her anus, I bent over with. Abbie pulls into the parking lot of Java Joes, a tiny coffee shop in one of the shittiest areas of downtown. I’m surprised it hasn’t gone out of business by now and I sit for several moments trying to figure out how it hasn’t, more to just distract my mind than because I actually care anything about this shithole. Abbie turns to face me from the driver’s seat, giving me that half concerned, half angry look of hers, wishing I would tell her what the fuck was going on, and furious that I.