"Don't stop on my account" I realised i had taken my hand off my cock and was staring at the floor, i raised my hand and started stroking myself again...while he walked over to me. He was now standing right in front of me and was rubbing an obvious bulge in his trousers. "Don't mind if i join in?" He asked. All i could do was shrug and carry on. He proceeded to pull out what must have been easily 9 inches long and fairly thick cock and started casually touching himself.At this point i was so. "Protecting us if we get into trouble," she said before she put her arm behind my back.I put my arm behind hers as well, and we walked most of the way back to our apartment building like that.Suzi invited me in for some breakfast, and then listened patiently as she fixed our food to my long list of reasons why Sarah should have accepted my help when I had offered it."You know what I think?" she said as she brought our omelets to the table and I poured our drinks. "I think you want to be apart. After few try it went in smoothly, both the husband and the wife were shocked, and watching with ave I asked the wife to lie in a similar position and she also bent the same way, and her husband lifted her saree and I started rubbing her arse with dalda, her husband went and picked up some coconut oil and came. All this time my mother in law was writhing in pain and pleasure. I told the man to come from under and to lick my mother in laws cunt he happily came down and started licking her she. Everything brown. Something in all that brownness yelled CHALLENGE to Master Tom. Upon further inspection of her physical attributes, he realized that she was utterly plain. No beauty, no redeeming features. Small, squinty eyes. Large, square ass. Clearly overweight, and flat chested. He decided then and there: this is the one. She symbolized everything that he had come to hate about this conservative, disgusting, rathole of a place. Yes, she was the one. He pictured her tied up, her squarely.