Yes he was huge, long and very fat. His penis was pulsating my grip as I stoked all along the length. Our lips were sealed HH was not withdrawing but ...he seal looked eternal. My tongue rolled and danced with HH’s long sweet tongue. His mouth had special fragrance of Tulsi. With reverence and devotion I swallowed his saliva as his Prasad.HH was delicately fondling my huge melons. I urged him to be harder and he obliged squeezing them one by one, punishing my protruding nipples between his thumb. So, masturbating was never an issue between her and I. Besides, I generally did my masturbation in private, in the late evening hours after Mara had gone to sleep. This was also the times that I had chatted with Omar the most. Our timezone was the same, even though he was in Kenya (temporarily), and I was further north in Europe. I shared with him pictures of Mara that I'd taken of her so that he would have some idea of what he might be getting to enjoy, should our plans to go there and meet. I grunted and jerked my hips at him. The dildo was slipping again. Then it was pushed back in, hard, and it took me a moment to realize that he still had both hands on my breasts.I went rigid for a moment. Then I started to cum – hard."You know what's happening, don't you?" he said after I'd recovered.I nodded, his cock still throbbing between my lips."There is a man here who wants to see how much of a whore you are. You don't know him, and he'll leave before I take the blindfold off, but I've. The older man asked where I was going, I told him Brownsville, he said he was too. He asked if I would mind if he came over so we could talk without having to speak so loud. Not wanting to be rude I said ok, thinking this is going to be a long trip. He said his name was Mr Stephens but I could call him Bill. I told him mine. He asked what I was going to do in Brownsville, I said visit a friend. He said he knew a good place to stay if I needed to. I said good to know. We spoke about useless.