Of course, it was no surprise that nearly every number was preceded by the telephone prefix for the London area. Except one. This one was for my home ...ity. Yes. There it was, a phone number for a 'gay centre' in the place I was born and lived...Placing that call was one of the scariest and yet most liberating things I have ever done in my life. I still, to this day, recall almost every word:"Hello. Gay switchboard, I'm Mark, can I help you?" Silence ensued...."I'm Mark, and I'd really like to. I owe her for the great blowjob, and here is my chance. Crawling up behind the slim brunette, I position my cock at the entrance to her tunnel, and slowly push myself in an inch. She is super tight, and grips me like a warm velvet glove. I pull out a little bit, and then push in a little further.Dixie moans into Geo's mouth, and I see that Dixie is playing with my sister's clit. I pick up the pace, and soon am enveloped completely in Dixie's folds. I stop, just to enjoy the feeling, and feel. His hips started to move to my hand, and I stopped jerking him off. He needed to stop, or someone would notice.It wasn’t until he was standing perfectly still, did I start to squeeze and jerk him off again.Squeezing him, kneading his cock until I could tell he was going to cum.I kept up the squeezing until the first spurt shot into the palm of my hand. I squeezed again and another shot of cum pooled more in my hand. He was trying to remain still as I kept squeezing his wet, sticky cock until. Pushpa Nahin Mami, mujhe naukri bhi karni hai mami.Mami Theek hai..naukri bhi karo par pehle shaadi kyonki apne gharon me padhe likhe ladke kam hi milenge.They chatted for some time and after that Pushpa unpacked her clothes and put them into the almirah of the bedroom while her Mami made some tea and got busy with daily chores. When she started cutting vegetables for the preparation of dinner, Pushpa joined her at the table to help Mami with the vegetables.It was some time before they heard.