Gaand puri joor say mere Lund par dabaa rakee tee bheed dheray dheay theatre say bahar nikal rahi tee uncle ki gaand kay dawab kay kaaran mera Lund EK...dam hard ho chuka taa main or uncle parking mai Gaye uncle bola Kya vichaar hay main bola auto pakadkar ghar jaaunga uncle bola akela hee tou hai main bhi akela hoon aaj mere saath mere Ghar aa jaa subha chalay jaana mujay ab kus samaz nahi aa raha taa ki Kya karu uncle bola chinta naa kar mai bhi khandani pariwar say hoon aaja ab mainay.Bhi. On the first leg, Julie sat in the back of the hire car and Lyn sat up front with me.Lyn kept moving her hand across to stroke my leg as I drove. Of course, I responded as any man would if he was being touched like that, especially so when I looked in the rearview and saw that Julie was watching her intently. It was only right that I return the occasional touch. The sign that Lyn enjoyed it was that she allowed her skirt to hike up to her crotch.After a couple of hours of this, I looked in the. But, this place required that it be male/female couples only. As do the other establishments of this kind that catered to NON_GAY clients. So, that was a NO GO!!!. At another obstacle came another idea from the couple. They would simply give me a ride home and stop by the place on the way to see if the method of persuasion that I was succumbing to would maybe work as well on the bath house staff. They were closed though. Now, I am sure that the couple would expect me to invite them in to my. He started to sway to the music and said, "So, shall we make this all happen, my white brother?" "Yea, mahn!" I breathed back.He pulled on my shirt, lifting it over my head. I stood up and pulled my shorts off, leaving my small Speedo. His "ahh" indicated he like what he saw. But still being sweaty from the sailing workout I suggested a quick swim. Robert liked the idea and led the way. The boat was at the end of the quiet dock, near open water of the harbor. He dove in and I followed. We.