"Nice?" he asked.No I thought, "Yes" A bit gay are we?"No I thought again, "Yes" Put the beers down and bend over"Not on your nelly, I thought. I put ...the beers on the coffee table and bent over. Shit!His hands gripped my hips and I felt his cock probe my crack. Aha! Can't get in, I thought in triumph. I pushed my arse back further trying to open my cheeks. He pushed his cock against my hole. Not today matey, I thought. I relaxed my muscles and his cock edged in.It was tight going as he forced. Quickly she gave herself some final touches and they were out on streets. Guys all were staring her, with their eyes wide open. And they were walking hand-in-hand. As soon as they reached a wide lane, there was cab waiting for them. He opens the cab’s door so that she can go in. “Shall we moves, sir?”, the cabman asked. “YES, WHY NOT ALREADY WE ARE LATE.” He shouted not at him but to mark his excitement.While the cabman was driving, he was paying less attention on the roads, cars, but more on. It was a smile like the morning sun rising.With a long, long sigh the woman's captured breath escaped. She whispered: "Hi, sweet girl... I am Angique. What is your name?"The girl flashed her lashes twice. She swallowed a lump in her throat. "Kristie", she croaked. Her voice was still hoarse from exhaustion. It trembled with tenseness. She had risen on her saddle. The mirror showed her panting chest. It reflected her sweat soaked belly and strong athlete's thighs.The woman who called herself. She asked us to sit down and we did onside. Our bodies were burning because of lashes we received from her. She held us tight in her arms and pulled toward her and started kissing madly on our face. Her pull was so sudden that I couldn’t control my body and my hand inadvertently went on her boob. I noticed she was not wearing brazier as I felt her nipple in my palm. It felt so good that I didn’t remove my hand, though I wanted to coz I knew if she noticed she will start beating me again. But I.