Usne mera pura lund apne muh me dal diya ab mujse raha nahi ja raha the me uske muh me dhkka dene laga.Ab vo dusri aur so gaye aur apni lungi puri uth...kar uski gand(anal) meri aur kardi lekin muje usme koi interest nahi tha uski gand bahut gori aur uske badan pe ek bhi bal nahi tha pura clean tha mene usko mana kar diya ki muje usme intrest nahi muje sirf female me interest he.to vo bole me tumhe bahut maza karauga lekin mene nahi mana.Tabhi mere dimag me ek bat aayi uske pas jo anty soyi huyi. Then I remember tht the young mechanic was across the road working.So I pull my curtain to make sure he was there,as I looked I saw him working on a car.I close my curtains and went to the shower I wanted to clean for my first young cock.I soaped up well and wash my pussy good fingering it at the same time thinking about the young man.As I finish taking my shower and dry my skin,I took my phone and called him,asking him if he wanted to see it now meaning my pussy.He was always begging to touch. The vendors are only just starting to open for business. We didn’t plan on stopping at any of their tents yet. We had talked it over and decided to eat and set up our cars for the show before checking out the vendors.But we had not gone very far when Glenn spotted something in one of the tents and pulled me over there. Our entire group stopped and watched Glenn pick up a tiny piece of cloth. It was a bathing suit called a Wicked Weasel. It’s semi-transparent and covers almost nothing!He looked. He came at an opportune time, and none too soon. We strolled about the botanical gardens during the afternoon, dined elegantly at sunset—he had quite an appetite for an angel—and he flew me home once darkness had fallen. Unlocking my door, I welcomed him to the warmth of my humble Temple. It was the smallest one I had ever occupied. I missed the spacious open reception lobby, with its gleaming marble walls and multiple hearths, the sun rooms, moon rooms, round altars, fountain pools and gardens.