It was one of those Yale locks and silly me - I locked myself out. I had said hello to you once when I was moving my stuff in. I saw you were checking...me out. I was in my tight grey leggings that day. I know how they make my bum look big, but guys seem to like it. I guess you noticed my boobs too. Not exactly easy to miss are they! That red spotted T shirt was a bit tight I know. So here I am, outside my flat just in my towel. I heard a knock on my door - at least I thought I did. Then the wind. I’ve had enough for tonight.”“That’s too bad. I was hoping you’d come back home and spend the night with us. we’d clean your pussy and we’d enjoy a nice fuck.”“No matter how tired I may feel, I’ll always have enough energy for you to fuck me. Karen had already asked me to stay the night.”“Have you seen her lately?” he asked scanning the crowd.“Not for at least thirty minutes. The last time I saw her she was doing another five cocks.”“She sure must be enjoying herself,” he assumed unable to see. The hotel had a broad terrace overlooking a valley and the display was to be set against classical music. I for one, was keen to watch, always having had a fascination for this eccentric British tradition, but my wife and her parents were content to sit and sip their coffee in the luxurious lounge area that still had a good view over the valley. I fetched my heavy coat from the cloakroom and made my way outside with the small crowd of diners, relieved to be away, for a short time at least, from. Me usake samane aa gaya aur thoda zukhkar uske boobs ko apne mu me lekar chusne laga. Wo garam sanse nikalkar mere lund ki talash me apna haath mere paijame ke nade tak lekar gayi aur mera nada kholkar mera tana hua lund apne haath me pakad liya. Uske is akramakta se me hairan ho gaya. Mene bhi apni akramakta bhadai aur uska skirt aur pettikot upar kar diya. Ab uski khubsurat janghe dikhai de rahi thi. Une sahalane ka moh dabakar mene uski gili chaddi utar di. Mere samne clean shaved sunahari.