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Sonal ran back to the car and all three of them fucked me. After that we wore our clothes back and returned back. Sonal was crying there. That guy apologized for his action. After some time we had lunch and they dropped us near the house. Sonal was very annoyed with me. She was not talking to me till dinner. After the dinner when we went to bedroom, i removed my clothes and just remained in bra and panty and came near sonal. Initially she was not responding me but after an hour she showed some softness. I was convincing her that she was not at all trapped rather it was the heat in which that guy cupped her boobs. Slowly she was getting normal. She asked me about why i am not wearing a night dress to which i said that i am feeling horny and needs her help. She was not able to understand what i want from her. I requested her to suck my boobs which initially she refused but after lot of perusal she did and i was enjoying. She was biting my nipples. Then in the wave of heat i removed her. The server came with my food and I had left one nipple out and she was startled and said, Very nice. and I told her Thank you. She stood there for a moment and left and kept coming back to check on me. One time she came up and I loked at her, Gloria was her name, and said Do you know I am not wearing a bra or panties. She said, Well, the bra is obvious but the panties not so much. I tunred sideways in the seat and pulled my skirt up and showed her my clean shaved pussy that was soaking wet. See? I said. She licked her lips and smiled and left for a few seconds. She stood close to theedge ofthe table and raised her skirt and there in front of me was a nice clean pussy and no panties. I reached out slowly and sliped a finger between her pussy lips and made me moan some and licked my finger, MMmmmm, now that is good for desert. I get off in one hour she said and I told her I was staying in Orlando at the Airport Inn for a few days and would wait for her. can you give me a ride? she said.
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Dinner was delightful. It was simple yet satisfying. We ate quietly, smiling at each other through bites of food. Under the table we were playing with each other’s feet, like c***dren. After dinner we retired to the couch to watch a movie. Though as you might guess not much movie watching happened. As soon as we were able to cuddle, we were laying length wise on the couch, me tucked into his arm as he held me close. Before I knew what was happening we were kissing, legs entwining, my outside leg creeping higher and higher up his body and his arm creeping lower and lower toward my bum. We were inseparable. His fingers began to peel aside the top stitching of my denim skirt, fingertips lightly scratching against the tender skin of my bum. He looped his fingers around the band to my thong and slowly pushed it to one side of my bum as he ran his fingers down my backside inching closer and closer towards my pussy. I was so entranced in cuddling him and deeply kissing him I could barely.

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