There I was, standing under a big pink umbrella, looking for a ride.With several tasks lined up, I was afraid that I would get an auto that would make... a few stops before college. Rains had picked up, and I was feeling the sprinkles off the road on my feet. After about 20 minutes and a few rejections, an auto walla standing on the other side of the road had mercy on me.He took a u-turn and came to me. (All conversations hereon were in Hindi, but I will describe them in English).Him: Where do you. .I didn’t let her say any more, I put my hand on her thigh and pushed it under her skirt, she looked down at me kneeling at her feet and I just lifted my eyebrows at her, she knew then that I already knew what she meant. My hand under her skirt, I shuffled it round so it was nearer her ass but not quite touching it, my fingertips barely touching the edge of the lace on her underwear. My other hand was still holding her hand and I felt her clench it, hoping I would do what I knew she wanted. I. I couldn't believe this football start was fucking my sweet virgin ass and I wasn't doing anything about it.Soon he grabbed my shoulders harder and began to moan. He was shoving his entire dick as far as it would go.I could feel him throbbing in my ass, I knew he was close.He moaned loud, arched his back and I could feel his dick pumping into my ass.We both just held our pose.He pulled out and suggested we head to the shower.Once again, I didn't say anything, just followed.He shower was bigger. "I leave it to you young ones to party away the evening - and on a week night too!"She looked pointedly across at Miranda who just smiled again at the pleasant young man. "I'll see you later then!" she declared brightly.The man left with a sly wink at Miranda, and Miranda settled back down to work again, conscious of Mrs Rogers' disapproving stare."You've probably got some hot young man taking you?" she said abruptly and there was a hint of spite in the older woman's tone.Miranda refused to let.