Maybe it was the taboo, but the anticipation of his cock being in Rocco's mouth had been too much to handle. And now, all he could think about was how...sexy the Italian was. Both men felt that they were just getting started, and Rocco began to undress. He tossed his T-shirt aside, slipped down his shorts and stood above Nacho wearing tight black trunks. Rocco's man-kini bottoms were tiny, even compared to Nacho's lucky white pair, and his were also stuffed full of Euro cock. Rocco's meat was. I thought it was a green signal for me. After some days, as usual, I went to her home and was playing with her daughter in hall. It was night and her husband was about to come in sometime she brought her nighty from bathroom and started stripping in such a way keeping bathroom door open that I could see her clearly without her daughter’s attention she removed her green kurti first then she removed her black leggings and was just in black pair of bra and panties .I just had a mini heart attack. She looked back at my face with her sordidly saucy grin, beads of sweat trickling down her reddened face. “Like that?” She asked.“Oh, yeah!” I exclaimed, unable to gather my wits beyond the feeling of my slick cockhead getting chewed by the widest, deepest butt cheeks I’d ever had the pleasure to have got my hands on. I could feel the little hairs around her asshole scr****g around my cock, her ass-crack was awash with pussy juice, sweat and my saliva and I loved every second. I reached out. I like poetry. Adventurous poetry. American poetry. I read about a movement. Actualists. Originated there.”“I’m not familiar with them.”“Oh. They’re lovely. You have something I can write on?”Joe pulled out a notebook and a pen from his ubiquitous shoulder bag. Katrina couldn’t help looking inside. “A writer’s notebook,” she explained.“Go ahead,” he said.“What’s this?”“Notes. For the novel I’m working on. There’s poems in the back if you wish.”“Yes please.”She turned to the back and paged.