My cock getting hard whenever I saw those cute and sexy boys…every nations…asian…European…American…African…you name it…thinking and maki...g planning how I can grab them and fuck them…..please email me…my email is … ya phir doosra email hai …please mujhey zaroor batain….I always hiring young boys to work in my store…but never had a chance to fuck…finally I met a very young and cute Indian boy who was going in the school here….and lived closed to my apartment…his name is Musaveer…he is around 18. On the shelves were bottles of rose water, argan oil, and other exotic unguents for us to try out. Hassan also indicated a small table in a cushioned recess upon which sat an elaborately inlaid box. He tipped back the lid, and it was a hippie paradise inside."Kif, hashish, pipes, tobacco and papers," he said, "and in the cupboard you will find wine, brandy, arak ... there also beer in this little fridge." Ed must have prepared Hassan with information as to our romantic status, because when he. I pushed my cock all the way into her and then slowly pulled out until I felt the entrance to her pussy. Her eyes pleaded with me, “don’t stop” and I didn’t. I slowly penetrated her to my full length again and then as she had indicated, “nature took over.” Neither of us had ever done this, but within a few seconds we developed a rhythm and the only sound was our ragged breathing, our moans of pleasure, and the sloshing of my cock in her sopping wet pussy.I looked down between us, her panty was. Monzi said that their normal time to play was on most Saturdays and Sundays from noon to five or six.I told her that, depending on my schedule, I'd try to stop by. We said our goodbyes before I trotted off toward the apartment. When I reached the building, I was dripping sweat and carrying my shirt. As I got in the elevator, over my shoulder, I heard a call to hold the door. So I stuck my arm out to hold the door back. The first person I saw was a small Japanese woman who I did not recognize..