The final stage of our trip was on. Although London is full of paid services that never really excited me.Before coming to London, I posted on Faceboo... “On my way to London”. That night, I got a message from Akansha. Now, Akansha was my friend’s girlfriend but they had broken up a long time ago. I had met her once on a double date with my friend in Pune. Let me tell you about her. She is 5’5 in height. Fair. Really good dressing sense. Her stats are 34B 28 36. She was a little on the heavy side. .. I mean, you’re married, aren’t you? It might not look good if...”She laughed softly again.“My husband’s working away this week. He has a lot of business trips. He loves playing pool with his mates and ... I feel a bit left out sometimes...”Her voice trailed off wistfully. I couldn’t help wondering whether her tone of voice was slightly contrived, to be honest.“I reckon he’d be surprised – and delighted – if I could have a game of pool with him!” she enthused.It seemed pathetic to find. I stopped jogging and looked at Disha.Me: Are you mad?Disha: Give me my ice-cream.I gave Disha her ice-cream and she began to eat it looking seductively at me. I was not ready to have sex in someone else’s car. Disha was eating the ice-cream and got close to me.Disha: (eating ice-cream) Come on, Aryan. You have the guts, you can fuck me till the car starts bouncing with us. Yummy, your cream taste so good with this ice-cream.Me: I can fuck you good in my room but in an unknown person’s. My own breath was now becoming heavy with incredible excitement. I knew this was not really a normal activity for a boy my age but I couldn't and didn't really want to stop now. As I pulled Mr Cook's pants slowly down, more of his fat shaft revealed itself and my mouth started watering. Suddenly the rest of his enormous penis flopped out heavily and there it was. Only inches from my face hung Mr Cook's impossibly wide 9 or 10 inch shaft, topped with a huge purple head, shiny, glistening and.