I could feel myself getting hard just at the sight of her – that marvelous sight. I was almost afraid to imagine how good it might feel to approach ...er, to touch her, to be touched by her. That was absurd… I imagined her moving to the dance floor, my drunken eyes following her sleek form as she attempted to disappear into the crowd. She didn’t want the attention; she only wanted to dance, alone with her martini. It was then I stood from my stool at the bar, downing the last of my scotch; it. What does that mean?" I asked, nervously & blushing."Come to the video booths in the back with me. If you suck my cock to completion & swallow my cum, I'll go back to your hotel room, let you suck my cock some more & fuck you. You gonna do it or should I move on?" He asked, rubbing his crotch."Um... yeah, I... I guess." We'll see. Follow me back here in a minute; I'll be in the last booth on the left. Just come inside".I waited for a couple of minutes, wondering what in the hell I was doing.. .Wo..Mat kar..Khol ke bol..Hum dono k alawa koi nahin hai yaar… Nisha-yaar…Tum dono room mein the.Tum ko raj ne god mein bithaya fir wo tere boob chusne laga.Nipple khane laga.Fir lip kiss bhi kar raha tha.Tum ne kuchh der chusa kar chut mrwane lagi.Bed par let kar karwane lagi….Fir raj ne doggy style mein kar pichhe se lund daala…Yaar raj jor jor se shot marne laga.Har shot par tum aage khisak rahi thi.Usne fir boob pakad kar chodne laga.Uska yaar bahut bada ho gaya.Mujhe to dekh kar hi maza. Our ladies were extra amorous for days on end no doubt in gratitude to what they felt was a magnificent gift from us. Our life became set in a very comfortable routine. Marina and I went to our classes and met each other at the student union when we had free hours. After school we cooked simple meals together at home then we spent time studying until she began to play with my cock or I slid a finger into her pussy, whichever came first. We did not have any classes after ten on Friday’s so we.