One was that I didn’t want to lose what I had with Raksha because I genuinely loved her. The other thought was all about her mother and how I would ...et to fuck a woman of such standards and class. I told Raksha I need some time to think, and she agreed. We finished our pizza and headed home.That night all I could think of was her mother and her body. I imagined how it would be. It definitely felt good. But on the other hand, I was confused about Raksha and her innocence which led her to make. I smiled as I saw them together. Greg's wife Megan was one of the few women who seemed tiny next to Stacie. It wasn't that she was so much shorter. In fact, I doubted if she were even an inch shorter. Megan just seemed small in every dimension. Where Stacie was voluptuous, "delicate" was perhaps the best way to describe Megan. Both women were beautiful but in different ways. Stacie was blonde. Megan had black hair. Stacie had lots of curves. Megan was definitely feminine, but everything was on. The young guy pushed me to my knees. I was now a straight guy who was going to get a large sweaty cock shoved into his mouth. What was I going to do? Also now the older skinny guy was also in position. The younger guy slapped my face with his erection hard. I went to get up and he pushed me down again. “Oh fuck” I thought. His cock was soaking with pre-cum and it smelt like old underpants. No way I wanted that in my mouth. He pressed the hood against my tightly closed lips pulling back his. The watcher struck him again just to make sure. What was that the girl had just said? He walked over to the opening. Daddy's home he thought. He'd thought about this moment for years. He'd planned every detai and rehearsed every scenario in his mind, but now the time had come the reality was so much more than his fantasy was. He opened the flap and crawled in the tent. The girl had his back to him, with her shirt back on, and the look of horror on her face when she turned round was.