”“Stay put. No, get out of sight. Don’t follow them if they leave. Do not follow them.”I was dressing as fast as I could. Vanessa too. She wro...te out a note for the kids as I called Daddy. I could hear him dressing as I gave him the location. We both know the place. Inexpensive. Anonymous.He didn’t have to tell me to hang back. I just wanted to get Buster Fagin out of the immediate vicinity and away from the action.Daddy, flasher on the roof, Sergeant Finch, and two, two-man patrol cars turned. I feel you move your hips back and your cock slides down to my cunt. Your cock head rests just there; right at my opening, just on the edge of entering me. You pull back and enter me, stroking inside me once, twice, three times.“Damn baby; so soon? I see your cum April."Still stroking inside me, I can feel you stretching my walls. Your hands pulling my hips back into you, fucking me, our skin slapping. I hear your breathing pick up again and I feel your balls tighten against me, but you stop. Nikita was of my age. Around 25 years.Dheer used to work some small time job in shifts and usually would be out of the home. So Nikita used to make tiffin and sell to few people. I came to know about this so I approach her one day.I went to their home. She opened the door. Nikita was around 5″2′, lean but cute and jovial typical gujju girl. I asked her about tiffin services and she was ready to make it for me. So we talked about the arrangements to be made. So like this, I used to go to their. Baat poori karo.She : bas bardaash nahi hota.Me : kyun, iska bhi apna alag hi maza hai. Ek baar mauka to dijiye.She : haan lekin. Aise kaise mauka de du. Bahut kimti cheez hai ye.Me : soch lo. Adhuri baatein hamesha pareshaan karti hai. Kahi baad main pachtana nahi ki kyun us samay call continue nahi kiya.She : dekhenge jo hoga.Me : jaisi aapki marji. I will not force you.Call ends.After a couple of minutes.She calls back.Me : kya hua jaanemann. Ye to sarasar surprise hai. Maine expect hi nahi.