.. let's just say it had its own appeal." Was it a sort of sweaty male bum smell?" Rob queried, adding unnecessarily: "I love that smell!" I think it ...as a good few notches higher than that, mate," I chuckled. "I dunno if you know, but prison bogs don't have any doors on them so when you're in there you tend to rush what you're doing, if you know what I mean!" Oh I see," he nodded."Anyway, Derek had obviously rushed 'cause his butt-crack stunk like a squaddie's, but when you're kneeling behind. She began to moan and whimper as my hands played along her body. I gave her that simple tickling pleasure for a few minutes and suddenly dropped a spoon of ice cream on her ass cheeks, which I quickly scooped using my lips n tongue leaving her surprised and gasping. All this while my dick was sliding between her ass cheeks with friction but now it began to slide smoothly because of my saliva and the melting ice cream. Uma also began to shift her legs apart to feel the hardness of my dick. I let my finger trail down his chin, to his chest. I played with his chest hair for a second and proceeded to let my finger move down to his bellybutton. Derek took my hand away before it got too low. He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed the top of it. I moved my hand to the side of his neck and put my other hand on the other side of his neck. "I think we both know what comes next." I said to my uncle. "I think you don't know what you're getting yourself into." Derek said. Derek smiled. .oh my son…oh oh oh ….like that we ended our first round. She was on her complete make up and dress, except panty. Then one kinky thing came to my mind and we went to peep through a hole into other bedroom where Mrs sharma was sleeping and the sight was really thrilling as they were also role playing that of us, I mean she was behaving as my meena raand and the guy was role playing that of mine.My name was written on that guys chest and Meena was written on chest of Mrs Sharma. I sensed that.