" She said, looking up at me with a large smile on her face.She continued to stroke me, rubbing my wet cock for several more long strokes before I war...ed her that I was about to erupt. "On my tits. Squirt it on my tits." She said in an almost begging tone as my legs began to shake."Ok." I grunted as the first stream of hot cum lanced out of my overly stimulated cock, shooting clear over her shoulder and landing in the water several feet behind her."Goodness!" she giggled as she aimed my cock. I have managed to get one well-lubed Thai spinner to rotate nearly 360 degrees just by spinning her in a sitting position on my cock and letting go. Still that experience could not compare with the mind-numbing, sensory overload of the real basket trick. You will find that very few men even know the origin of the phrase “She’s a spinner” let alone the fewer still who have experienced its mind-numbing, ball-draining, energy-consuming, consciousness-losing original form! As wonderful as it is. Yet this night when he got into the car, things were different. He was talking about gay sex. He said that every guy tries it once. It was Mark trying to score not me. After the movie, he brought it up again. I was getting hot and horny. Soon I accepted his offer, and now it was just trying to find a safe place to get naked. Eventually we did. I asked if we should start out with foreplay. I wanted to kiss him and feel my hands on his body. “No,” he said. He pulled his pants to his. There, for a week, they all fucked me all the time. On the last day of our stay, I allowed them to fuck me anywhere they wanted. That day, I walked around Goa, completely naked. I was fucked on a beach with thousands to people seeing the sex show. I was fucked in a moving car. I was fucked in the middle of the street. I was enjoying myself. That was one hell of a holiday.”“Wow ma’am, we didn’t know that you are such a slut”, said Piyush. I smile and winked. “Ma’am, can we do the same?” asked.