The owner of the cock whispered in my ear "squeeze my dick, milk it" and I started contracting my ass muscles, almost milking his thick cock. Within 3...minutes, and in the heat and dark of the room, I felt his cock twitching, pumping his warm thick load deep inside my ass, making me purr while I felt this. The first load of the night and that cock almost made me shoot my own as he pulled that spent, yet hard cock out of me. As soon as Mr Plum cockhead was out, a tall lanky guy moved in behind me. We took the books to have them stamped out; the librarian tried to have a laugh at us for getting education books. I saw Bob put his head down to shame.I said to the librarian, “Do you have the book ‘The English Patient’ by Michael Ondaatje.”He tried to pronounce the author’s name with no success. Bob and I started laughing as we left the library.Six months into my sentence, while Bob was reading a book, he put it down.He said to me. “The reason I am in here is that I killed my step-dad. He. She was making mourning noise and pressing my dick. Then I put my hand in her panty opening her chain I put my finger on pussy lips n started rubbing it her cunt started getting wet then I put my finger in her pussy and finger fucked her for 5 min. After she removed my hand from fear, I tasted her juice n started playing with her ass. I did not allow her to close her chain. Then after we came to Lonavala it was raining and then we found a hotel by the time we went into the hotel we were. " I must give her credit. She hid her disappointment well. But it should be a fun evening of classic rock & roll with epic comb-overs. Inside the park, I noticed we were the youngest ones there. To the left of the stage stood a "reserved for Walkers" corral. At least it wasn't a Golden Corral I was able to think while fighting back the acid reflux. By the entrance two, burned out roadies were offering handfuls of mysterious substances to geriatric revelers. This must be what Woodstock was.