Her name was Sarala.So I thought it was fake but after chatting with her for some time and questioning her variously I found out that she was genuine....he told me that she liked my story very much and was flattered by the way I fucked the heroine of my story (It was a fantasy though ).I thanked her and she continued saying that she was sexually deprived as her husband was a big businessman and most of the time he is busy and stays abroad.So she wanted to satisfy her desires through me but was. I been in Afghanistan once already, and I'm going back," he said."When you leaving?" I asked."Two weeks," he said."Tell you what kid, how about I check into a motel for tonight, and you come with me. We will have out own going away party?" I suggested.Yes, I had been back from the sandbox a long time, but then the war had been going on a long time. I was part of the first detachment in. We had been trucking in Jet fuel at the time. I expected that the supply lines were much better by that. Mark also felt the precum as it fell from the tip of Michael’s penis to his anus in an unbroken ribbon. Mark giggled at the feeling. Face to face with Michael Mark got a curious look on his face. “Your breath smells like pee Michael,” said the boy. “That’s because you wet last night and I drank it,” Michael told the boy. Mark thought about it for a few seconds. “Wow”, “My grandfather used to drink our pee too!” the boy told Michael “Little boys pee is good,” Michael said “It comes from your. Before they went upstairs, the two men had their trousers removed so they were now down to just their underpants with their erections sticking out over the top of them. The two ladies discarded their blouses but they still were both wearing tight trousers along with whatever was under them, if anything.Despite the alcohol, Trevor and Steve were still a bit unsure about having their hard cocks on display to another male and to a female that had not seen theirs before, although certainly neither.