Main uske mumme aur badi gaand ko dekhta rehta tha.school khatam hone ke baad main teacher ke saath hi ghar jaata tha kyunki uska ghar mere ghar ke ra...ste pe hi aata tha aur main us se bahut baatein karta tha.hum ghar jaate samay ik doosre se mazak karte rehte the aur mazak mazak me wo mere chutadon par thapad bhi maar deti thi aur main uski kamar par pinch kar deta tha par wo uska bura nahi manti thi.Ek din usne mujhe apne ghar bulaya uski help karne ke liye ghar saaf karne me.aur main uske. Of course the wife thought I just went to the “a bar” but I wanted a bit more than a ‘cooling off’ beer. Being new to town I was just learning the scene and had passed this small bar with a rainbow flag a number of times on my commute. I decided to check it out. The windows were all coated as to let a little light in, but no one could see inside. I opened the door and was ‘carded’ even though I was in my late thirties at the time. Feeling a bit nervous and still hyped from the fight I sat at. “ Whoah baby! That pussy’s so fucking tight and you know how to grip my monster, “ his words seemed to be genuine, with my experience I hoped they were! The flashes from Stu’s camera lit up the scene intermittently as Tony pulled out and turned me onto my front, on my knees I felt his cock re-enter my sopping cunt, as it did I felt a huge orgasm soar through my body, “ Oh the little bitch cums and she’s not had it in her sweet rosebud yet,” his words passed me by as my orgasm subsided, only to. As we moved out of the room I kept giving him guidance “left a bit”, “right a bit”, “turn with the pull”. In front of me Angie shuffled along behind Peter. Just a couple of metres down the hallway we arrived at the playroom. As we went in I looked around. A good sized bedroom originally, now with a collection of stuff that would look at home on a bondage movie set. A double bed by one wall, a bench long along another, a short bench and a soft looking box, a wooden Saint Andrew’s cross fixed to.