V. Dekh rhi thi…Toh unke kamre ka level thoda ground se upar tha toh mene jaan buj kar usme apna ek paav fsaya. Aur sidha unke upar ja gira aur unko... upar girne se me unke upar he let gya aur thoda dard hone ka natak krne lga aur unki aankho me dekhne laga. Aur woh v meri taraf dekh rhi thi. Tabhi mene himmat krke unke juicy lips pe ek kiss kr diya aur wo mujhe bolne lgi gaurav je kya kr rhe ho tum.Tab v mein lga rha aur unko thoda pasina aa gya tha to main use unki gardn ke paas jaa k choosne. ’ He glared at me and wrote another ticket for having worn tires. So I called him a ‘doughnut eating Gestapo.’ He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he wrote a third ticket. This went on for about 20 minutes. The more I abused him the more tickets he wrote. Personally, I didn’t care. I came downtown on the bus, and the car that he was putting the tickets on had a bumper sticker that said, ‘Clinton in ‘16.’ I try to have a little fun each day now that. She played with the smoke a little before blowing it out the window. He liked watching it. She wasn’t his daughter, she wasn’t a high school student, she was a naughty little girl. The rest of the drive was quiet. Occasionally she would run her hand along his thick shaft while playing on her phone, or smoking. “So when is mom coming home?” “Sometime around ten, she said.” Brad responded while rubbing her inner thigh near the crotch of her shorts. “Ugh…I wish it wasn’t until next fucking. Hey, I heard my mom say, can we get some of that, too? Embarrassed, I hugged them both extra tight, and we all walked arm-in-arm to the car. I sat in the middle of the back seat, next to Mark, and we held hands tightly. My parents seemed content with our actions. As I sat in the car, I could feel that my panties were becoming wet with excitement, and hoped that it wouldnt soak through my jean shorts. Mark caught me up on all of the news of our friends, and when we got home, my mother asked him.