Sitting in a booth, sipping on a diet cola, she laughed and chatted with her brother and his friend, who picked up a camera and started taking picture... of her, which she happily posed for. From another booth, the scally lads watched and discussed that, from the angle he was sitting, he must be getting shots up her skirt, which had hitched right up as she sat. Two of them got up to go to the bar. As they passed the lad with the camera one lowered his head and said in his ear "Get some up her. She tossed them onto his bed and then quickly pulled his sea-green polo shirt over his head as he raised his arms to help her. The shirt joined the pile on the bed and Diana allowed herself one moment to take him in: the dark curly hair on his chest and stomach and surrounding his now softening cock; the strong legs and arms; and the torso, not muscular but well-shaped.James stood there easily, allowing her to look him over. But Diana quickly stepped back into his embrace and they stood there. He started forcing his cock into my throat. Soon I felt his leg tense, he started pumping cum into my throat while holding my head down hard. I could not escape if I tried. When he was done pumping he released his hold on my head. I composed myself and went back to sucking him. I had cum in my nostrils.Soon he pulled me off his cock. He instructed me to clean myself, as Rich would arrive soon.I ran to the bathroom, brushed my now messy hair, and rinsed my face. I heard the door open. I went out. She was looking damn hot in her formal wear. Again my cock was hard on seeing her.I wanted to fondle her boobs, Squeeze her boobs. But just stopped myself, But was not able to take my eyes off her cleavage. She saw me and was giving an angry look. I said“Sorry Aunty”. She said “Ankur, Don’t call me Aunty, Am I not looking your age?? Call me Ritu”. I said ok.She stood up and came next to me and was advising me not to look at girls in this manner. This is a very ba habit.Then I thought that this.