Meja lele pagal”. Then I realized where I was standing that was a gigolo pick up point.As if it was so late so I thought why not have this experienc... for bragging sack. I sat in the car and car stared moving, the women was in her later 30’s wearing a black saree with sleeveless blouse.The women didn’t see me she was constantly looking out but I new she was good looking as I could see the street light brushing her face as car was moving and she was really fair as I could see her arms from. It seemed like only a minute or less before the first cock slid into my ass an inch or so. I gasped as the cock slipped from my mouth and then I cried out.“Oh fuck!” I moaned. A second or two later his cock spasmed and spewed a huge load of jism all over my face. He may have been small in size but he was a very big cummer. The guy fucking me held my head steady as the guy cumming kept his aim steady and squirted again and again. Everyone cheered as I struggled to take all of his load in my. There were some male waiters there, too, dressed in the traditional dress one would normally see in a very up market restaurant. If you wanted a drink or food you would order it from them! One of these was taking an order from one of the three ladies and it was this table Renzo showed me too. One of the ladies he introduced to me as, Gabriella, his wife! I smiled, shook hands with her and the other two, feeling extremely embarrassed.In Italian Renzo explained who I was, an American, a writer. "Somebody we can love, and who loves us." Yeah." I kissed his nipple."Do you want a girlfriend?" Mark looked at me, and then turned his body onto his left side so that he was facing me. "Or another boyfriend?" I don't care," I told him truthfully, moving my hips, getting closer and putting my left leg over his hip. "What do you want?" Whatever," Mark shrugged. "The person is all that counts." You'd kiss a boy?" Yeah," Mark agreed. "If I love him. Would you kiss a girl?" Sure." I nodded,.