Years before, when he was a teenager the girl he was going with had given me a hand job in the picture theatre as they were then called, but he hadn't...had a woman whisper a desire to handle his balls. The theatre was quite dark and the movie was loud, but not unpleasantly so, he eased his trouser and jocks down till his cock and balls were fully displayed and then had to check himself to not give off audible groans of pleasure as she played, squeezed and massaged his balls, naturally giving his. “What are you…” He started.I didn’t answer. I started pulling at his belt.“Ashley,” he said. “You don’t have to do that.”“Yes I do.” I said truthfully, unzipping him and sliding my hand into his boxers. I felt him jump when my hands touched him, but he didn’t pull away. I looked up and smiled as I fished him out.He was just a little longer than average and quite thin, but the shape of his cock was perfect. I started massaging him to life – which didn’t take long. Just a few strokes and he was. Her male companion was similarly garbed less the bra top. Both of them looked to be in their teen's age wise.When the four of them had been released, she motioned them to follow her and once again put her finger to her lips indicating silence. They followed her to a vent grill that had been removed. She quickly ducked down and crawled into the duct on her knees. The rest followed with her male companion bringing up the rear and replacing the vent grill. They crawled through the duct for what. “Prashant baby, no! I can barely handle one cock at a time, please don’t !” she pleaded. “Baby, I love you. I promised to make this the most memorable night of our life, so just sit back and let the men do the work,” he said, and kissed on her lips, shutting her mouth.Shahid took a deep breath, readying himself for the fuck of a lifetime. He pushed his cock in Lata’s ass as Prashant kept thrusting her pussy. She whimpered, unable to scream as Prashant kissed her mouth shut. She clutched the.