‘It must be the food,’ he muttered softly to himself. ‘Sorry?’ Miranda leaned forward and her brow furrowed in puzzlement. ‘Nothing,’ Marc...us sighed tiredly. ‘Just thinking out loud is all.’ She reached out to pick up his empty plate and mug, and then stood up. ‘You look so tired,’ she said with concern, ‘will you stay here tonight, try and get some sleep?’ Her voice was hesitant and uncertain, and he realised suddenly that she was wary of him, that she feared his rejection. As though he could. They’d had a terrible time finding a car Hilda of the humungous boobs could fit. The steering wheels on all the little Arrows got in the way ... and she was too tall.Her instructor was down to last resorts when he had a brilliant.“What do you drive at home?”“Pickup trucks ... and Karen’s Dodge Van.”“What kind of Dodge van?”“Town Wagon ... converted to four wheel drive.”“Fix you right up.”The mechanics shop had an old Power Wagon Town Wagon they used to chase parts. It wasn’t like Karen’s van. I immediately moved my hands inside his pant without opening and grabbed his dick. It was hot, hard and big. I was stroking inside his pant and he was enjoying it deeply. He removed my saree and started licking my navel. I was in full mood to get fucked. I knew that he knows how to handle a women in bed. I moaning deeply *aahhh ummmmm ummmmmm*Then I asked him to lay down. I came on top of him opened his shirt kissing him downwards. I went to his main area opened his pant and undie and shocked. "I want to see you. I have to see all of you. I must."I let her work at the tie. Then I shrugged out of my jacket and let it fall to the floor, loosening my trousers, letting the weight of their wetness pull them down my legs. I wasn't watching my hands, I was watching her.Her teeth were gnawing nervously at her lower lip as her breath came in quick temp. Occasionally the tips of her breasts would brush up against my chest. Because I was still wearing my shirt I hurried with the rest of my.