"God... do it hard!" she panted.He sucked her harder, but she could tell he was afraid to hurt her, afraid to do it as hard as she wanted. But she kne...w she could incite him. She began undressing him while he sucked her nipples, unbuttoning his shirt, unzipping his pants. She got her hands on his cock and was shocked and delighted. He had a huge one, a genuine prodigy, something she would never have suspected, since he gave no outward clue.She squeezed it in her fingers. "Suck hard," she. Although I had little experience of driving, other than the half-dozen driving lesson’s taken some months back, I did managed to make it onto the main highway north in Robert’s 4x4 without causing any harm to other road users.Rachel clearly had full confidence in my driving saying, “I sure love the way you handle that gear-stick Uncle Brad; so firm and sexy!”“Well a car is like a woman Rachel; they love the feel of a man’s hands on them!”“Mmm, that’s true Uncle Brad.” she chuckled as she put. She was wearing nighty, yet beautiful and sexy. We exchanged smiles. I had no bad intention.My wife works for a big MNC. She often works from home. One day my wife got introduced to opposite flat couple. My wife told me that night that she liked the couple as they were younger and very nice. From my wife I came to know that Rakesh’s wife name is Pinky. Rakesh as similarities as my sala(my wife’s brother). My wife also told me that Rakesh is marketing guy and will mostly be on a trip and some. It’s still going to be a close thing. Across the road dodging cars and taxis. Yeah, you fuck off as well. Hit the stairs up to the station. Gonna be sick. Gonna be sick. Which platform? Which fucking platform. Scan the departure board with shaved eyes. Relief. Oh thank fuck. Delayed by fifteen minutes. Stop. Heart pounding, legs like jelly. Oh fuck. Calmer now. Even time to get a coffee. Heart slowing. Walk to the train. Find seat. Coffee on table. Bag on overhead luggage rack. Sit down. Stand.