How exciting as I knew that the attention was on me as I began to quicken my pace and moan more loudly as my balls tightened and felt the explosion of...cum. Enjoying the sensation as I continued stroking my cock, pumping ever drop I could from my balls. As my climax subsided and gently enjoyed the sensations of my hands and fingers caressing my flaccid manhood. Jokes were made and the other man joked that the pressure was on him now. Well after he continued to work his own stiff manhood,. Deepika asked me why i was smiling I said nothing. She insisted me no tell me then I told her the story and asked her to go down and see.She went down and came back she was smiling too. Then I asked why are you smiling? She did not replied, She said she will not able to tell. but on my continuous question she told me that the couple hugged each other.Meanwhile the bus started. Wind started blowing in bus. We both were smiling. Her hair were gently touching my lips. I started feeling romantic.. You know diary that I masturbate often too but had heard guys do it, like everyday! And Jim must be one of those guys. Suddenly I heard footsteps on the rocks outside the “brown house” and took the paper holder off my lap and started to re-hang it. I heard Uncle Thomas talking to Paul. I quickly but nervously put the other hook on and figured I had better get out of there as I had been in the toilet for a while. I guessed Paul must have heard the footsteps too and stopped wanking so as not. Dave smartly placed the camera in amongst some ornaments on the unit and disappeared into the bedroom. The moment I heard the knock on the door my legs turned to jelly, I switched on the camera for my husband and adjusted my robe so that the valley of my cleavage was showing. With a deep breath I opened the door praying he would be receptive to a bit of harmless titillation and was relieved to see his eyes were immediately drawn to my chest, sending a shiver through my body. The front door.