I pulled down my pants and underwear to free my cock. I started stroking it, amazed at how much I was getting turned on by the entire situation.After ... minute or so something caught my eye. I stopped looking at the screen and looked down to a hole in the wall. Sticking out of the hole was a man's hand. With his forefinger he was motioning me closer.The thought of pulling up my pants and leaving never occurred to me. Instead, with my pants around my ankles, I shuffled a little closer. The hand. It was only that day I realized how much this object (Nasrin) was fuck-able. I made no waste of time and began devising a scheme of how I was going to nail this bitch. I had already made a sketch but just needed to add the colors to my ingenious plan. As I was high, I had the bold courage of asking Nasrin to come on the terrace (on the pretext of something very important I had to tell her). Little did she know her pussy would be torn that night? She humbly complied with my order. While I waited. Her head tilting back with her mouth open like she was screaming. Her face flushed, her eyes rolling back in their sockets and the veins on her neck protruding. She was spasming on his cock. Juices squirted out again hitting the window and soaking the bed spread and carpet.Still shaking uncontrollably she laid back into the man. But he had yet to cum. He grabbed her ass and started thrusting up and down, using the bed springs for leverage. Pistoning in and out of her pussy, the blond came alive. To be a bit diplomatic i agreed to go up ahead of Jill to shower and get ready which i did and about 20 minutes later there was a slight knock on my door. Dressed only in a towel as I was instructed i opened the door to my Canadian lady once inside we instantly clamped onto each others lips my hands going from lifting her skirt up to undoing Jill's blouse while my towel was quickly cast aside revealing a very stiff throbbing cock which Jill slowly massaged.Taking a moment to actually breathe we.