I closed my eyes… wrong… dizzy again. I rushed into the last stall and just sat on the toilet lid trying to clear my head. I can hear him peeing. ... peak thru the crack in the door just as he flushes & walks over to the sink to wash his hands with his dick still exposed. He then washes his dick off. I remember thinking, How many men wash their dick after peeing? As he is washing his dick, I can see that he is getting an erection. It is now 8 inches long and it doesnt look like my hand can fit. Her cut-offs were so tight on her crotch and hips I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I was getting hard again. I saw her glancing at the bulge in my jeans.“Tell me you don’t want to fuck me right now,” she said, looking me in the eyes. She walked towards me, stood close and put her hand on my crotch and started rubbing my cock. “My, my,” she whispered, looking me in the eyes. “Come on, Pete tell me you don’t want to fuck me on the floor right now.”Just then I heard the lunch bell ringing from. Different parts of the body are massaged by different methods and by different parts. Nipples should be massaged by tongue and not by palm”atleast I convinced my illiterate chachi. I removed her hands from her boobs and told her to have a deep breath and relax.I gave her some time to make herself ready for nipple massage then I engulfed her nipples and started sucking them badly. I drank a large amount of milk of her boobs. No milk left inside her and I was still sucking her nipples. She was. Anyways, as faith be, we had a tuff time finding a place to park our asses, and every passing day dug a hole in our pockets as we were staying in a hotel till then.Well, I then started discussing it with my classmates and we finally got a volunteer. So there was this Indian guy – Neil, son of an extremely rich industrialist in India offered us that we both could stay with him till we found an accommodation. We asked if his landlord would object, to which he replied that his dad had a 3 bedroom.