‘You like?’ she grinned. ‘I like.’ ‘Then I think you’ll like this.’ She slid her lips over the tip of his cock causing Greg to grasp. D...eftly she sucked it before sliding her tongue around its ridges. ‘My God Christelle!’ This seemed to encourage her to increase her pleasuring, wrapping her lips around his rod, inching down its length like a caterpillar. She bobbed her head in small delicate movements , drawing up its full length then diving all the way again. ‘Shit Christelle!’ She then worked. If you don't put it away I will be forced to at least touch it,” I say. Glancing over, I see him start to stroke it faster now. Finally saying to myself, “Fuck it,” I reach over and start to stroke his hard dick. With one hand controlling the car and the other controlling him. I hear him start to grunt and moan louder. Finally after what feels like forever, I pull down my street and pull into my drive way. I park the car and lean over kissing him roughly while still stroking his hard. But he caught hold of bra and ran away with it. Another ran away with her burkha. Since her kurti was still around her waist that was saved.She quickly put back her kurti and we started moving away. She was wearing a tight kurti, and now without her bra and burkha. Her shape was very much visible under her tight kurti and her cleavage was clearly visible. She was getting really conscious and both were getting really turned on by so many heads tearing towards her and checking her out.I told Fara. But maybe…I grabbed the phone and dialed her number from memory. I started getting nervous as I listened to each ring. Finally I heard someone pick up. A guy.“Hello,” came the strange male's voice from the phone.“Uh, hi, can I speak to Anna?”“Who,” asked the guy on the other end.“Uh, Anna...”“I think you have a wrong number, did you say Anna?,” he asked. I could hear someone else in the background, but I couldn't make out what they said. “Hold on a second.”I heard him pass the phone off to.