Ohhh…. yess…. buggger meee! she wailed. Her cunt was now a squelching swamp of fuck slime in which his cock slid too easily. Taking his finger ou...t of her bum, he picked up her torn little knickers. She guessed he was going to withdraw his cock and whimpered Ohh dont stop!… Fuck me more… in all my holes! Ignoring her sobbing he pulled out of her and swabbed her cunt with the knickers then stretched up and stuffed them in her mouth. Her eyes widened with shock and surprise at this new obscenity.. " Girl type business?" Charity kidded."Yeah!" he said, grimly. "Girl type?"It was just getting dark when he left the house, mounted his motor bike and roared off down the street. He stopped, on his way across town to change the twenty dollar bill for two tens.He parked his cycle in front of Marcy Lunceford's house, ambled up the front walk and rang the doorbell. Her mother come to the door, eyed him up and down and barked, "Yes?" May I talk to Marcy?" he asked politely."And who are you?" Don,". "Over to my new lot," he replied."If you say so."Ten minutes later, we pulled up next to a couple of cars parked a little off the road."We're here," he announced.He hit a switch that leveled the motor home, then another that kicked the kitchen/living room area out to its full size, which was rather impressive."Why don't you two explore for a few minutes while I get dinner ready," Amy suggested.We walked outside and started looking around. While we were walking around, I noticed Amy stepping out. (It will be a while before he returns.) She had sent away Pritam on a long outstanding errand which she knew assured her of at least a couple of hours of absence. Every day Thakur had missed no opportunity of touching her on seemingly innocent occasions. Pritam’s wild and inadequate fucking the previous night had turned her thoughts towards her babuji who was just next door. When Pritam had collapsed after the short fuck, she felt aroused but unfulfilled. Her mnd wandered to her Babuji who lay.