Yes. Would a dick be different? Different than the way the fingers felt? Sh..shit... so close... so close... the fingers or the dick, I don't care... ...just picturing... hands and knees... filled with a thick coc... my orgasm hits hard and cum goes everywhere. Son of a bitch! I forgot the tissues! My toes are curling and I'm still pumping myself and cumming, feeling the hot liquid on my hands and watching it hit my desk. F...fuck... Jesus. My heart is racing, my face is flushed and, oh Jesus, did. But he couldn’t get to both sides of her back, he was only massaging the side he was sitting.Varsha – Dono side dard hai babu, theek se karo.Vineet – Uske liye mujhe aapko upar chadna padega. Waise mai oil le aau?? Usse achhe se massage ho jayega.Varsha knew what he was up to. She acted to think for a moment and then said –Varsha – Thik hai le aao. Mere room me massage wala oil rakha hai table par.Vineet quickly got up and brought the oil from Varsha’s room.Vineet – Mausi?Varsha – Ha, kya hua. They's plenty whur she come from. But this time we need us a plan. We ain't always gonna be so lucky as to find 'em waitin' beside the road for us."Gina had two concerns. As well as a murder investigation, she was now having to deal with the media which had swooped into town like vultures. It seemed every one of them wanted an interview, especially the sleazy tabloids. Gina was not used to the notoriety and shunned it whenever possible for she also knew that this was not the time for her. Tom nodded, attention turning back to the girls. "And you are Krissy, I assume?"The two teens separated, Alice now holding one of the bags. The heavier girl looked at him with distrustful interest."That's me."Tom held out his hand. He was conscious of those around them. A small group, true, and people they'd never see again, but he was with three runaway children in a public area. They really should be leaving. After a moment's pause, Krissy's hand touched his.It was soft. Warm. Unfamiliar. He.