Mamta was knowing that the guy was going to be very rough. She gave in her body to him, letting him use as he wants. The black guy pulled her hair and... kept ramming her asshole rough.He grabbed her boobs with the other hand kept ramming her harder. Mamta leaned more back and kept her hands on the guy’s ass. She was holding his ass as he rammed her ass deeper.Mamta: Never imagined getting fucked in this position. Just keep ramming it deeper.The black guy was about to cum. So, he was taking his. Pneumatic. Inflated, and with the roundedness of a rubber tire. Ballooning breasts. Thighs that curved outward smoothly like fuselages. A rounded, cushy butt. I knew it was cushy because it was smooshed up against me.We had a pleasant time but at some point I realized they were making the assumption that we were together. And for whatever reason it seemed important to me that I clarify that. Like it would be wronging Melissa to leave that out there, I guess. I finally had a chance to explain. I brought the Harley out, wiping it down with a cloth to clean the dust of that had settled on it in the few days it had been sitting. The vibrations from the construction had raised a little dust in the garage, obviously.I got a couple of toots from some of the equipment operators when they saw me riding out. I waved back at them and hit the road.The folks at the Double V were very welcoming. Gus was glad to see the bike and gave it a good long look, but was happy with how I was treating. Her mouth was open slightly, and her eyes were wide open, locked onto me. I could tell, even from the other end of the hall, that her nipples were hardening. The protruded so distinguishably from her thin, white shirtThe temptation to run over and start m*****ing her right then, was hard enough to resist. It seemed like we just stood there staring at each other forever, when actually it was only about two minutes. She glanced away at the wall, to look like she wasn’t staring and I continued on.